The Silver Knight's strike didn't land. Daniel caught Calderias's wrist with a proper guard, twisted smoothly, and slipped his sword under the armor.
His sword pierced the weak point between the armor plates with surgical precision. It wasn't fast or flashy— But it was effective.
Without hesitation, the Silver Knight fell. His lifeless body hit the ground with a metallic thud.
"Victor of the match... human." The Golden Knight overseer, floating in the air, stared at Daniel with a thoughtful look.
He looked down, deeply.
A human... learning in the middle of battle? Not just adapting—learning. In all his life, he had never seen such a thing. How could he stay this calm?
Daniel took a deep breath. Sweat dripped from his temple, but his gaze was calm.
He replayed the fight with Calderias in his head. Even in such a short clash, he'd learned a lot.
