After finishing all this, Durandal let out a long breath.
The ground had hardened beneath her repeated steps, only to crack under the unbearable pressure. The pure black armor trimmed in blue possessed a certain artistic beauty as it lay scattered across the earth, like an endless sea of black flowers.
This sea of flowers had no fragrance.
Zhao Bai bent down and gently picked up a shard shaped like a petal. It felt completely different—hard and solid. Like glass, the shard turned into glimmering reflective dust and drifted away on the wind, impossible to grasp.
"Who won?"
Durandal clearly cared more about that. She had always regarded herself as Zhao Bai's opponent, while presenting a proud, detached image to the outside world.
That was only because she had never encountered a true opponent.
When she did meet one, she was more competitive than anyone.
Bronya raised her head and slowly stated, "Zhao Bai killed 6,324. Durandal killed 6,248. If we treat this as a battle, then Zhao Bai undoubtedly won."
Shadow of Chaos's Avatar
"It felt like fighting Crestfallen Guy..."
Durandal complained. The first time she played Dark Souls, it took her an entire week to beat the first boss before she finally reached the starting area. Unexpectedly, there was a strange-looking non-player character there, and out of curiosity, she slashed at him three times.
The unique itchy fingers of the Undead.
So Durandal got beaten senseless by that non-player character. Worse still, the hostility never reset. Every time she revived, she would get beaten senseless all over again. In the end, she was forced to delete her save and start over, then painfully spend another week fighting the beginner boss. It was truly an embarrassing matter she found difficult to bring up.
They both rolled and swung their