Travis stood unmoving, his sword rested by his side.
Even though his current position was full of openings, Blissful Death and Dead's Whisper didn't make a move. The masked figure had already seeded fear into their hearts. They seemed to be unaffected by the attacks they received from the fog. Meanwhile Blissful Death's face had a wicked bruise on it.
Travis noticed they weren't moving and raised an eyebrow, 'Oh? They aren't moving? In that case-!"
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"It seems a few got quite lucky with their Champions this time around."
"Indeed, the last one certainly had far more close battles. The strength level has definitely been raised."
"Perhaps they have invested more resources this time. I can see the distress upon the faces of several, only a few seem unbothered."
"This isn't a level of strength one can obtain with mere resources. This is serious talent."
"This one shall be interesting..."
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Clang~
