Alice looked little better. The blood-red current that had swirled around her body was gone, her frame shrunken back to its usual breadth.
She stood bruised and caked in gore, breaths ragged, yet she still stood.
"Corin, you've lost," she rasped, pride gleaming through the ruin of her voice.
Corin's answer was a silent, bitter stare, he could only accept the verdict etched across the battlefield.
Disciples from the Sword Sect rushed in, steadying Corin with trembling arms. Rage blazed in their eyes, but despair weighed down every gesture, they all knew that if their master had fallen, their blades were nothing more than offerings to death.
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