The Fall Of An Immortal

My blood turned cold as I turned to look at Simon who had also followed us up. A sadistic glint flickered in his eyes as he held his sword. He grinned ear to ear as he faced us. Before we could say anything, he tossed a sword that had been hidden on his back to Dante's feet.

Dante picked it up in confusion and realized it had been the sword I had made specifically for him. He tossed the other sword he had been using as he closely inspected the blade for any abnormalities. He looked at Simon with a slight frown.

Simon only smiled as he stared at him, "I'm not going to let you go this time. Today, we will finally have our long-awaited duel. Last person standing is the victor."

Dante nodded, "Very well. Let us settle this once and for all."

Millie watched with a frown as if she was bored and wanted to leave. She believed that this fight was pointless. All she wanted was to return back to the Imperial Kingdom. If Dante died or survived, she could care less.