Like any monster that had lived in this world for hundreds of years, Larth knew how to lose. He knew it was part of his journey, and even when he couldn't win, he had to use it to his advantage to become better.
His pragmatic mindset helped him accept this, or it was his calm temperament.
But now, none of that worked.
He couldn't believe he'd lost to some Phantom who'd started his path less than two years ago. What's more, it happened in just a couple of strikes!
Tap.
Adam released Larth's spear, preparing to step back. For him, the fight was over, but Larth didn't see it that way.
"You… I can still keep going…" Larth's deep voice, bordering on a roar, burst from his throat.
A gleam flashed across Adam's eyes.
"No. You have nothing left to show me. Even if you have some ability, I have a way to counter it. Though..."
His gaze grew darker as a grim aura enveloped him.
