The sky was blood red.
The royal army wavered.
Sir Aldric's death shook their ranks—leaderless, hopeless.
But Reed knew.
There was still one threat left.
And he would soon make his move
In the middle of the battlefield, the sound of hooves echoed.
The remaining royal soldiers stepped aside, afraid.
Someone stepped forward.
Someone different.
Clive the Silver Fang.
A-rank hero.
His silver armor glinted in the firelight. His eyes were cold. The giant sword on his back was heavy with killing intent.
He wasn't angry.
He wasn't shaken.
He just stared at Reed.
"I'll finish you."
Reed grinned.
"Try it."
Clive moved first.
BOOM!
The ground cracked beneath his steps. He was no ordinary knight.
He was a monster in human flesh.
In an instant, he was upon Reed.
And he slashed.
BANG!
Reed jumped back, but the ground he was standing on split in two.
A wave of air pushed his body, almost throwing him back.
Reed frowned.
He was fast.
He was strong.
But the most dangerous thing?
He was calm.
This was no fool who could be fooled by false fate.
This was a true killer.
Reed chuckled.
"This is going to be interesting."
Shia leapt from the shadows, her knife aimed at Clive's neck.
CLANG!
Clive's sword spun rapidly, easily blocking his attack.
Shia jumped back, her expression serious.
"He's not giving any openings."
Clive didn't speak.
He simply attacked again.
His sword cut through the air at incredible speed.
Reed could only defend.
This duel was different.
For the first time…
Reed felt pressured.
Clive's sword slid down.
Reed tilted his body—too late.
CLAT!
Blood flowed.
A wound appeared on his shoulder.
The system vibrated.
[Warning! You are Seriously Injured!]
[Combat Ability Decreased by 20%]
Reed laughed—though his body was starting to feel weak.
"So this is what it feels like to face someone you can't mess with."
Clive looked at him expressionlessly.
"You're done for."
Reed clutched his shoulder, enduring the pain.
Then he smiled.
"No. I'm just getting started."