Michael fell into the void of the Sanctum, feeling himself falling towards the dark, mysterious forest that was to be the battlefield of their duel.
He watched as the figure of Yuna above the circle in the skies faded into nothingness, obscured by the smoke and the gas that was permeating the entire forest.
Michael couldn't believe it. He touched his own lips, feeling that warmth of Yuna's kiss still lingering in his mind. It fought against the cold bite of the breeze around him, the ghostly wind that were seeing all kinds of horrifying words.
If he wasn't motivated to get this duel over with, then he certainly was now.
He looked towards his entire army. "No holds barred," he told them. "We finish this quick, we win this fast."
The rest of the soldiers all laughed and chuckled to themselves. After all, they saw that little kiss between him and Yuna. And of course, they couldn't help but use it as a way to tease their Supreme Leader.
