Zin had come to fight at the Grim Court with one specific goal in mind. He hadn't even considered the possibility that some Phantom could defeat him. It was simply impossible.
But what was Zin looking at now?
Before his amethyst eyes, a stream of his blood rushed by. The edges of the crimson drops reflected the green light emanating from the emerald clock, indicating that exactly four minutes had passed since the battle began.
'He caught me? How… I did everything silently. He shouldn't have heard a thing…' Zin thought as a searing pain spread through his burning chest.
'How did he do that? Whatever… That doesn't matter now. I need to wound him as badly as he wounded me if I want to taste the Queen's blood now.'
Step.
Zin took a step back as his torso bent toward the ground, but he managed not to fall.
For a moment, he and Adam stood frozen in place as the spectators' eyes widened in shock. They couldn't believe what they were seeing.
