Something Feels Unpleasant

The Third Sparring Grounds had been destroyed beyond use.

Kyla lay sprawled on the floor of the sparring grounds, all her weapons shattered, wearing a satisfied smile.

"I lost."

She had been so thoroughly ravaged by Abel from head to toe that she could manage no more than those simple words.

'No, that wording is a little strange.'

Apparently, the battle had sent all the blood to her head, so normal words would not come to mind.

'So it was true...'

He really was as strong as her father had said.

The gap between them was so vast that her own strength could not possibly break through Abel's defenses, while every one of Abel's attacks felt like a fatal blow aimed at her.

If there was any consolation at all, it was that she had at least succeeded in making Abel move in that situation...