There is a shadow of hope

In the cabin was a giant torch, once it was ignited; the fight would start.

Dominique and Isabella were discretely chatting between them, Opherio noticed this and scuffed at them while thinking to himself: "Useless".

The irregulars smiled at each other, since they both were attracted to the human eye, the image was almost artistic. However, they were still irregulars, which turn the piece of art into a foul and obscene picture of monsters grinning at their execution.

Opherion couldn´t wait anymore. Once the torch lightens, he will shove away every one to be the first one to cut into tiny bits the man who dared to challenge him despite his noble origins.

A failure like them wouldn´t stand a chance against his water magic and swordsmanship. He has been appraised for being a talented user of both skills. A street fight like this was nothing but a method to ease his anger and hatred toward the errors of the world.

Opherio looked at the torch. Siegfreid was pointing his palm at the empty o