Another stare-down occurred after Amy took the sword from Corey.
She stared at Corey without blinking even once.
She was tense. So tense to the point that her breathing was heavy, her palms were sweaty, and her thoughts were many.
Her mind was filled with countless thoughts of every move she had made against Corey, and how Corey had dealt with every single one of them like she was a kid swinging a toy.
Even though she was better with the sword than the spear, she had no confidence in being able to defeat Corey at all.
'Who is he? And where did he come from?'
With every second that passed, Corey's image in her mind became bigger and bigger until it became as large as an unfathomable wall.
Unlike Amy who looked like she was about to have a panic attack, Corey was the opposite.
His breathing was still calm, slow, and indifferent.
And his expression, was one of indifference. But if one observed Corey, they would see a tinge of disappointment in Corey's gaze as he looked at Amy.
