Aurelus expected the level 27 knight to at least use his strange, oddly crafted weapon in battle, but instead, the boy switched to a sword and faced him without even a hint of hesitation.
"What is this? Just when you had the advantage with that artifact, you suddenly switch to a sword?" Aurelus' voice rumbled like fire as he landed heavily on the ground.
Steam hissed off his skin, his fiery aura burning the water clinging to him.
"Really? A melee fight with me?" His grin widened into a beastly expression.
HAHAHAHA!
The sound of his laughter thundered across the ruined stone plaza, bouncing against the walls and pillars, sharp and mocking.
The other members of Dark Fate erupted with him, their cruel voices layering over one another like a chorus of vultures circling a carcass. They too found the scene ridiculous, almost insulting.
It was laughable because Aurelus was not just anyone.
