"Back to zero, huh…" Jabba exhaled slowly, his shoulders sinking under the weight of realization. The words left his lips like a bitter truth he could no longer deny. It was the first time in his existence that he had ever felt this hollow—so weak, so dependent, so stripped of every ounce of power that had once defined him. "No matter…" he finally murmured, forcing determination back into his tone, "I'll start retraining myself from scratch and try to catch up to you as soon as possible"
"Ehehe~ give it two weeks, and he'll be the one trying to catch up to you, ehehehe." Arkalon's mischievous laughter echoed across the mountain, the sound bouncing between the cavern walls like the cackle of a ghost who knew something no one else did. He shook his head several times, the grin on his face stretching unnervingly wide.
