Arthur could see the fight between a Seeker of Armor and a Seeker of Darkness — Lusica. A commotion rose as the crowd gathered around the cage. Some cheered, others warned — but none could deny that what was about to unfold would be nothing short of entertaining.
"If you defeat me," said the figure in armor, "I will let you go."
He was addressing Lusica — the Abyssal Seeker who had risen from the depths, darkness engulfing his very being. The figure remained silent, but hatred pulsed through the air. The crowd could feel his emotions: a twisted blend of loathing, irritation, and a haunting apathy.
The Seeker of Darkness looked his enemy in the eye and grinned — a malignant, ethereal grin that spoke volumes. It told the armored Seeker that this man was ready to die.
"If I defeat you… I defeat you. But I know you won't let me go," said the figure of darkness. "There's no need for such lies, Seeker."
