Old Man Don stared at Kranos with a complex expression, his gaze filled with disbelief. He could hardly accept that Kranos had chosen to walk such a treacherous path. A long sigh escaped his lips, and his expression shifted, growing resolute.
"In the end, it falls to me, your master, to bring you back to the proper path and rid you of this arrogance," he murmured, stepping forward with steady determination.
The longsword at his waist gave a faint tremble, and in the next instant, it shimmered and appeared in his hand as though summoned by sheer will.
Kranos wore a peculiar expression as he looked at his master. Amusement flickered in his eyes, but the gravity of the situation wasn't lost on him. He was about to cross blades with the man who had taught him everything.
With a quiet breath, the Azure Sky Sword materialized in his hand, its blade gleaming with an ethereal blue glow.
