"Z-Zanyill!"
"You dare?! You dare try to kill my disciple with my back turned?!"
"You don't understand!"
"Don't understand what?"
"Why would you choose some random First Stage over me?! I spent years, decades trying to become your disciple! Yet you choose him?!"
"This is why Gatrid! Your obsession over this situation made me incredibly hesitant to even consider choosing you! You have certainly proved my point!"
"I-I-I didn't mean it?"
"Hmph, there is no point in lying to me now. Your motives are clear, I shall be taking my leave."
"Zanyill!"
Zanyill waved a hand and Travis was lifted through an unknown force. Travis did not fight against it, he instead remained limp. Zanyill shook his head, "And I trusted that you would not go too far."
Zanyill retreated into the forest, leaving a disheartened and saddened Gatrid watching his disappearing figure.
He held his hand out, "Why?"
~ ~ ~
Akiol stretched, "When's our next fight?"
