On the main stage, a storm of steel and wind surged as a tyrannical young man of slightly above average height fought a cursed, armored wraith of similar physique.
Skylar looked as though he would spit fire the next moment.
He had never been so angry in his entire life, but at the same time, he couldn't even complain, or else he would look even more stupid.
He wanted to cry "unfair!" but couldn't even admit it to himself.
Nonetheless, his arms never stopped moving, the gears of his mind shifting and turning as he tried to think of a solution.
The damned wraith in front of him was not too difficult an opponent, thanks to the scarlet pill's effects. However, it was skilled enough that he couldn't ignore it, either.
Skylar had been trying to go straight for his real opponent, but Commodus was extremely persistent, and infuriatingly, seemingly just for the heck of a wretched scrap.
The Sky Prince gritted his teeth so hard that it made faint cracking noises.
