Zaber leaned against the wall, silently observing the twins' conversation.
"Have I really been defeated…?" he thought. "I was too confident in myself… I didn't even suspect they had artifacts that protect against spiritual attacks."
Nothing could be heard in the darkness. The twins continued arguing with each other.
"If you hadn't interfered, I would have finished him much earlier…" the dagger-wielder said in a displeased tone.
"No, you were the one who got in the way," his sister replied, clenching her fists in frustration. "Do you want to fight me?"
Zaber gritted his teeth, gripped his sword tightly with the last of his strength, and delivered a final strike.
At that moment the twins sensed the incoming blade. The bare-handed one turned his head with lightning speed and caught the sword between his palms.
"You can still move?" the sister asked coldly.
The brother smiled faintly.
"Only because you didn't hit hard enough," he replied.
