Foul Moon (Part 4)

"I accept." Xolver replied. "Yet I'm no match for my opponent, so I request for a champion."

"I knew the Night Court's members are just overgrown ticks, but since when do you even accept cowards among your ranks?" Inxialot hadn't tricked Lith on purpose. In his mind, running away from a challenge was something unthinkable.

His words wiped the smile off their faces, while Lith's mind finally connected the dots.

"Wait, does a fight between peers means 'of the same rank in the Court' or 'of equal strength'?" He asked.

"The latter, of course." Sylla replied with a wolfish smile. "You should have asked for my help. He who lives alone dies alone. You have no friends here and you knew it."

"Bah, don't worry, kid." Inxialot sneered. "Awakened ones are the strongest race after Liches. Everything else is trash."

"When will the fight take place?" Lith asked while using Invigoration to return to his peak condition.