All the Phantoms who had co to Fortress of the Lone Serpent to seek asylum from the eclipse knew that the strongest monsters were the three commanders.
However, none of them were worried about having to fight against them since the Unknown Phantom had killed each of them, all three of them.
Well, this Phantom had actually fought the three commanders and defeated them, but... claiming that they were dead was a big exaggeration.
Although, no one knew that all three commanders were still in formation and ready to fight. The only difference was that they were now on opposite sides.
Previously all three commanders defended the fortress, now only one of them continued to do his duty, though... he was no longer a commander.
Clash.
An ice sword with a heavy chain swung at the Dormant Lord, sending a wave of frost over the crystal body of his enemy.
Two dense light blades continuing the Dormant Lord's palms crossed to stop the sword.
If the Dormant Lord had been any other monster coming to take the fortress, the Blind Sinner's cold would have turned it into an ice statue by now, but the Dormant Lord was strong enough and his light was vivid enough to ward off the brutal frost.
Realizing that this attack failed, the Blind Sinner blinked once before his sword was brought over his head.
In a heartbeat, he attacked once more, throwing the Dormant Lord back with the sheer force of his strike.
The Blind Sinner's chains not only made him stronger, but the one on his sword turned his heavy weapon not into a cutting sharp blade but rather a tool with devastating brute force, yet it was no hamr, the sharp edge, and tip still capable of cleaving flesh or hide.
The impact was strong enough that the place of the Dormant Lord's fall beca the center of the nearest hill, with a complete loss of balance, but the Dormant Lord needed only a brief mont to regain control of the situation.
Whooooooooooooosh.
He clasped his hands to his chest, spreading his legs apart. With the next flash of light, the montum dragging his body vanished, allowing the Dormant Lord to soar above the ground for a split second.
It seed that now was his mont to attack, at least that's what would happen if Katrin was still his opponent.
However, the deadly frost-carrying shadow was already right in front of him, an ice blade with a shivering chain swept towards his neck, cutting through the wind currents.
Clash. Clash. Clash.
For the next few seconds, the Blind Sinner and the Dormant Lord exchanged endless attacks, appearing in one place or another.
Any monsters in their vicinity would turn into ice, only to be shattered by the shockwave the next mont, or explode due to the Dormant Lord's pressure.
The only one who could watch them from relative proximity was the Dormant Lord's past opponent, Katrin.
The high snow surrounding her shook slightly with every clash between the two strongest creatures on the battlefield. Her coat carefully covered her head with a warm hood, trying to shelter even her cold-reddened cheeks from the freezing wind.
Katrin breathed slowly, a trickle of cold steam escaping between her lips, while her black eyes reflected not two monsters, no... it was her lost opportunity.
"Why... Alan, what should I do...?"
With a shaky voice, Katrin's eyes grew wet, the first tears were ready to pour in lonely trickles.
"Adam was ahead at first... any ti I heard about him or was on a mission with him I was always behind, first place was an impossible peak for ..."
Katrin gulped, trying with all her might to hold back her tears lest she cry at the feeling of her own helplessness quickly consuming her from the inside out.
"I beca stronger, it's not an illusion... I've felt it well on other missions, but..."
With an acceptance of defeat, Katrin's eyes slowly followed the Blind Sinner. At the sa mont, two tears flowed from her eyes, not freezing only due to the efforts of her coat.
He was the one who had taken her place, and... Katrin wasn't blind enough to bla Adam or the Blind Sinner.
They were a phantom and a monster, but both had surpassed her, not because they wanted to humiliate her, but because she wasn't strong enough to accomplish the task.
If Katrin could have fought on equal footing against the Dormant Lord, the Blind Sinner would have continued to lie among the broken crates soaked in his own blood, but the situation manifested in Katrin's weakness forced him to co out on stage.
For a mont, sothing changed in Katrin's gaze, instead of the Blind Sinner she saw Adam several tis imagining it was him fighting, once again doing sothing she couldn't.
"Fuck... What a worthless thing I am... I didn't even get killed..."
Katrin bit her lip with a great grimace, rembering the Blind Sinner's chain kick.
"I was just tossed aside like useless trash. Am I unworthy of their attention...? What else do I have to do to be first? No... to at least beco an equal contender."
Strangely enough, the Blind Sinner had the answer. Their abilities differed, but both his and Katrin's fists could throw the Dormant Lord aside. They were both fast enough to dodge and block his attacks.
It wasn't just about confidence, it was about the willingness to put everything to achieve their goal.
Katrin wanted to be the best and she knew that to do that she had to take risks, to fight to the limit, to the last drop of blood, but deep down inside she wasn't ready for that.
She couldn't be like the Blind Sinner dodging with minimal moves, putting herself at mortal risk every ti to get an attempt to attack back.
"This is so bad..."
Katrin muttered, her voice barely above a whisper. She watched as her tears, one by one fell to the ground, turning into ice crystals and sinking deep beneath the snow.
'Hey...'
Alan's gentle voice ca through.
'Katrin, ti to go back to the fortress... We have to wait for dawn, we have to survive, everything else later... please.'
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