End Of Trial

“Hehehe. How does it feel to lose one of your people?” the 8th Sky asked Komfo Anokye while licking his lips perversely. His eyes were filled with the desire for violence and chaos, and his hands trembled in excitement. He was covered in blood – his own blood – from the crown of his large head to the sole of his dirty feet, but he didn’t seem all that affected. His injuries racked up by the minute, but they healed by the minute as well. Looking at Komfo Anokye, the man who had frustrated the Skies – for they could not even land a hit on him – looking lost and beaten by the death of the boy, caused the 8th Sky great pleasure.

“You tell me? How does it feel? You lost a colleague too, didn’t you” Komfo Anokye who had been smirking all the way through the fight ignored the ambushing 5th Sky. He kept his eyes on the figure of Sunflower – or rather, the 3rd Sky.

“This inferior creature!” the 5th Sky muttered in disdain at Komfo Anokye’s words.

The 5th’s grey eyes did not reflect the figure