Duel

Duel.

A word that could be described as sacred among any race.

The Grand Duke of Blood had accepted many duels in his life, whether friendly contests with his own kind or provocations from the Foreign Race. Yet among all those duels, one thing had remained constant: the Grand Duke of Blood had never lost a single one!

And today's duel on the Holy Spirit Battlefield had staked the honor of both him and his old friend.

The Grand Duke of Blood should never have been defeated in this duel, but... reality was cruel.

Wall of Ossenburg had slain Guardian Samatar Anoroth.

Less than ten minutes into the duel, the Grand Duke of Blood's screen had turned gray and white. The Watchers he commanded had died miserably beneath the blade of his enemy, Swordbreaker Gemail.

Still want to continue?

Wall of Ossenburg had sent that message in all-chat, then brazenly had his hero perform a taunting gesture over Guardian Samatar Anoroth's corpse.

"Father, just ignore him. Swordbreaker is a hero who counters the Watchers."

Seeing the Grand Duke of Blood's increasingly twisted expression, Peste spoke up, hoping to persuade him to withdraw from this pointless duel.

"Counters?"

Peste's attempt at consolation raised the Grand Duke of Blood's fury to another level.

"By that weak human?"

The Grand Duke of Blood looked back at his screen. His hero, Guardian Samatar Anoroth, had already resurrected in the base.

Under the Grand Duke of Blood's control, Guardian Samatar Anoroth once again headed down the middle lane... only to be slain by the enemy for a second time, this death even more decisive than the last.

The strongest warrior of the Demon Realm in the past had been utterly unable to resist before a despicable assassin.

*It's already over. With a two-level advantage, I