Beneath the collapsed wall, Lento lay motionless.
Dust drifted through the chamber, settling over his battered body. His massive frame, which had seemed so imposing only moments ago, was now covered in deep wounds. The armor-like growths produced by the Nemean Cestus had been shattered in several places, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.
His fingers twitched.
'...I lost?'
The thought crept into his mind, and his eyes widened.
No.
That couldn't be right.
He was Lento Roman.
And, above all, he was a skilled warrior.
He had spent most of his life training, fighting, and pushing himself to become stronger. He had never considered himself an ordinary person. Even among the kingdom's royal family, he believed his talent as a warrior was exceptional.
Yet...
'Why am I lying here?'
His trembling hand pressed against the broken ground.
