Conrad was just about done testing the extent of what the mysterious maestro could do.
" Time to end this."
Anonymous was breathing heavily behind his dark mask.
The dark blade in his hands was chipped and terribly nicked in several places from the several devastating blows he'd parried with it.
A smug smile appeared on Conrad's face, curling his lips upward.
"Well, you're not so cocky anymore. Is that it?"
Dark blood ran down Conrad's knuckles, dripping slowly to the ground.
"Cat got your tongue?"
Anonymous let out a weary sigh, shifting his stance. He seemed unmoved by Conrad's taunts.
"Careful, awakened, you just might lose your life."
A dark grin appeared on Conrad's face, his eyes narrowing in almost palpable anticipation.
A wave of umbralis surged violently around him, the very air humming with barely restrained power.
"We'll just have to find out then, if you can take my life, that is."
