"Sir!" The remainder of the ten orders all saluted towards the king that stood before them, the man worth the presence of a God…
As they raised their hands to their heads in salute, they regrouped. Now, each of them stood by the Spirit King's side, which Medrus simply watched anxiously.
"I'm sorry, sir…" The third order sadly bent down, "We aren't strong enough yet." He cried, and a tear fell onto the cave's floor, which echoed silently.
Medrus and the Spirit King now stood five meters apart, inside a cave that echoed with their whispers. But only one man stood alone…
And that was the 'Lone Warrior,' Medrus Miro.
"Back down," The Spirit King calmly told his man. Each of them stepped down, and his grin widened. "It's time I fight alone."
Both of them began squaring up, with no one in sight but the two strongest. In a night, under the Spirit Realm, the two strongest ungodly kings stepped foot to fight.
