The Guild Of Shadows

The Crypt IV

Krystal fought not to listen to what the pair were saying: “I will actually admit that with all your fancy artifacts and all your fancy display and sword skills, you’re much improved.” After laughing, he added, “But no matter what you do, you will still remain weak in our eyes, and there is nothing you can do about this.”

How dare they! He shut up his mind not to pay attention to it. But as the fight wore on, he realized that he had heard what he had not intended to hear. His spirit was growing weary.

And as he looked around, noting the mannerisms of his team members, he realized they had lost their zeal. They were tired!

Their spirit as a group was being attacked by the words of their opponents, who knew just what to say to discourage them from fighting further.

The only person who seemed not to be affected was Shambala. His moves were perfunctory, aimed at one thing only: keeping his team from harm. As he did so, he thought exasperatedly, ‘Ob the annoying vigor of youth! Look where