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Alserel was infuriated by Sailin's question, and in his anger, he drew the sword from his waist. The blade shimmered with a cold light, as he declared, "Now I can show you my strength!"
His anger made him forget his own identity, and the pride of a noble was undoubtedly revealed. He provocatively made the gesture of a noble demanding a duel, holding the sword in one hand and pointing at Sailin with the other, signaling him to accept the challenge.
However, Sailin's reaction was unexpected. He remained calm, as if everything was as he expected. He smiled gently and said, "It's been thirty years since someone last requested a duel with me."
Then, he drew two curved knives from his waist, as if to meet this challenge, but there was no hostility in his eyes, instead a kind of excitement.
Under the moonlight, the atmosphere in the forest becomes solemn and mysterious. Alserel and Sailin stand at a standoff, their silhouettes sharpened by the moonlight, their blades gleaming coldly, and Sailin wielding two curved knives also glinting in the moonlight.
Alserel taunts eagerly, his sword dancing with grace and swiftness, like a sharp blade cutting through the air. He attacks swiftly, his blade aiming for Sailin, but the latter easily dodges, blending into the darkness of the forest, causing Alserel attack to miss.
Sailin's reaction was extremely swift, his curved blade danced like the wind, creating a sharp defensive wall that blocked every attack from Alserel. The showdown between the two showcased Sailin's outstanding combat skills and his closeness to the forest.
Alserel realized that his challenge was not easy, so he began to adjust his strategy, attempting to attack in a more clever way. He tried to use the sword's speed and strength to restrain Sailin's agility, but Sailin was always able to cleverly evade and counterattack when the opportunity arose. However, as time passed, Alserel became increasingly agitated. His opponent seemed to effortlessly knock him down, and his attack frequency and speed continued to rise as he attempted to turn the tide with powerful force.
The sword blade shimmered in the moonlight, and the sword dance became faster and more ferocious. Alserel heartbeat also accelerated with the rhythm of the battle, his whole body filled with boiling passion, determined to prove his strength and win this duel. Sailin remained calm, evading every attack, not giving Alserel the slightest chance. His body seemed to blend into the rhythm of the forest, every move like a perfect dance.
Amid the rapid attacks, Alserel eyes were fixed on Sailin, and he finally saw a flaw, a small but crucial moment. Without hesitation, his sword pierced that flaw, the blade mercilessly cutting into flesh.
Alserel felt the sensation of a sword piercing his body, a moment of satisfaction and excitement surged through his mind. He thought he had achieved victory, but the next moment, he regretted it.
He looked into Sailin's eyes, observed the expression on his face, and realized that he had undoubtedly killed a friend who had listened to his stories. Sailin trembled, his face turned pale, and a trickle of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.
Alserel sword slipped, he stepped back, trembling, filled with regret and pain. He didn't know what to say, his actions filled him with deep self-blame and sadness. The duel ended too suddenly, and he couldn't have anticipated such an outcome.
Sailin's voice was weak and intermittent, suddenly saying, "Prince, let me teach you what you can't learn in the palace!" The tattoos on Sailin's body quickly moved, converging at the wound where the sword had just pierced. The black marks gathered at the wound, like a large, black pus, constantly wriggling, pushing the sword out bit by bit. Alserel stared in astonishment, completely unable to understand what was happening.
When the sword finally fell to the ground, Sailin let out a long sigh and slowly walked towards Alserel. The black tattoo ink, like a living entity, healed the wound completely, and then it extended from Sailin's hand and attacked Alserel.
Alserel was startled by the sudden attack of the black tentacles, losing his balance and falling to the ground. He couldn't move, as the black tentacles tightly wrapped around him, immobilizing him. He could feel the immense power contained within these tentacles, but they were also filled with darkness and mystery.
Alserel felt a sharp pain, his skin enveloped by black tentacles, as if trapped in a dark web. He struggled but couldn't break free from the binds of these black tentacles. Sailin's voice echoed in his ear once again, "This is a new beginning, Prince. Learn to accept, learn to grow."
In the darkness, the Prince saw himself, he saw his past self, the one troubled by the demands of the king, the expectations of the people, and the increasing responsibilities and pressures. He heard the words he had once said, "If only I were strong enough." These memories seemed to entangle him in the darkness, making him feel the powerlessness and anxiety he had felt at that time.
The prince's state of mind began to become confused, and he started to doubt his own abilities and whether he could handle the responsibilities of Crystar. The shadows of the past seemed to envelop him once again, and he felt that his strength was not powerful enough to face the challenges before him. These feelings of self-doubt were like a dark storm that shrouded his soul, leaving him feeling helpless and lost.
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