Everywhere hung suspensely under the intimidating pressure of the female warrior on glitter silver armor.
She clenched her spear tightly and pointed it to the front, resting it above her shield.
An annoying smile fell on the sky lord's face.
"Why don't you select your warrior? A soulless who can match the might of my Valkyrie."
Raith stared aloof for a few seconds, his expression slowly growing dark. He cocked his head over his shoulder with a deathly serious glare.
"Hey Omelette."
Ottoman's eyes widened in disbelief, his hand slowly rising to point at himself. When did he become Omelette?
"You get the point, don't stare like a goose. I choose you to be my fighter!" Raith declared angrily.
Ottoman didn't know why Raith was permeating with so much anger, he had no choice but to comply with his declaration.
With a steady breath, he strode forward, each step deliberate and purposeful.