"Phew... phew..."
Amon dropped to his knees, gasping violently. Every stitch of clothing on his body had been soaked through with sweat; he looked as though he had just been dragged out of the water.
But it was not physical torment. It was entirely mental. He could barely stay on his feet now, feeling more exhausted than he had ever been in his life.
"Was that... a Dark Duel?" Amon murmured.
But he quickly dismissed the thought.
No, the duel itself had not been a Dark Duel. The damage caused by the virtual projections had been normal as well, placing no additional burden on his body.
Just as Kira had said, a "Dark Mini-Game" had merely been inserted into the duel.
Using Dark Power, Kira had turned Amon's Deck into a reflection of his life. Then, through the endless shuffling loop, he had forced Amon to confront his own life and true feelings, awakening the desires he had long suppressed and reminding him of his original ideals and wishes.
"Looks like you remembered, Amon Garlem."
Kira stepped forward and held out a hand to Amon, who was still crouched on the ground.
Amon froze, looking hesitantly at the hand extended toward him.
He did not take it. After a long pause, he could not help asking, "You aren't planning to kill me?"
Kira raised an eyebrow. "Why would I kill you?"
"Uh... then are you going to send me into the abyss of Eternal Darkness?" Amon asked.
Kira's expression grew even stranger. "What would that do for me?"
Eye floated beside them, his eyes narrowing into crescent moons as he smiled. "Looks like someone has a pretty terrible reputation out there~"
Amon frowned. "Then you aren't taking my Deck either?"
"Your Cloudians aren't some kind of discontinued rare cards, so