And so it goes.

Many gathered, many watched as we fought. Twice I bested you, and twice you begged your angel to give up her own life energy to provide you with a second chance. After each battle, you fled to recompose yourself.

Once it was over, you shamelessly continued to attempt to kill me, and then claimed victory, after I twice defeated you and never fell.

The angel is the holiest of beings to you, no? Yet worth nothing more than a tool to pathetically attempt to win your battles for you.

I do believe you did nothing but prove the opposite of the point you intended to make.

In Service,

Xinna
Dread Emissary



Penned by my hand on the 19th of Phaestian, in the year 668 AF.