Antra...
The name had now been imprinted in my mind like a dark stain that could never be removed.
But the interaction with him had allowed me to understand a very important thing.
Power—true power was the only way to win.
No matter how many strategies you devise, no matter how smart you are, no matter who serves you...
In the end, it was your personal power that mattered the most.
The same was the case with the headmaster.
Antra too was the same.
I was alive only because they hadn't acted against me.
I could get all the psychological advantage and try to manipulate everything around me, but...
The moment I offend an existence above me—
Death.
That was the only outcome for me.
Arthur was strong... there was no doubt in that, but there was a limit to his strength.
My immovable trust in Arthur was due to the fact that I had witnessed his carnage in the game.
The Arthur Dimitri in the game was an existence that was like a calamity for the world.
