'I lost.'
The thought refused to feel real.
The Grey Pike captain remained on both knees, staring at the silver spear lying beside her. Her fingers twitched, but they could no longer close around its shaft. The armour over her chest had collapsed inward, every breath scraped against her ribs, and a steady ringing filled her ears.
A few steps away stood the demon who had defeated her.
Blood ran from Akaza's shoulder, thigh, and side. Cuts crossed his uncovered face, and strands of hair clung to his forehead. His breathing was heavy, yet his back remained straight and the pride in his eyes had not weakened.
He was injured, and one could call his injuries bad injuries. However, he was standing.
She was not.
'How?'
She was C-rank. He was only a Supreme Archfiend.
