White Phantom pushed him away, Travis stepped back a few times before snapping out his daze.
He had gotten to this point just to take revenge on the Guilds. The people who wouldn't hesitate to use anything to gain an advantage. The people who caused his old friends to turn against him.
Now that was done, why did he still fight?
Travis started laughing, "I get it now."
White Phantom kept their guard up, "What is wrong with you?"
His fights, his growth, his path. It became clear to him how. He simply loved to fight! The feeling of breaking past his limits, it was addictive! To stand above everyone wasn't so he couldn't be challenged. It was so he could challenge those even higher! He enjoyed the feeling of being unbeatable, to be at the apex!
'Good! You've passed my first test!'
A new voice entered his head.
A ghostly figure appeared next to him. They were immediately recognizable. It was Averoth!
