'Who the fuck is behind all this? And what the fuck do they want?'
A pervasive sense that unforeseen equations were at play, forces unbeknownst to him, gripped Saisha.
The prospect of taking action without comprehending the machinations underlying the tumultuous events surrounding him seemed perilous. The capable commander of Layos' army screamed in his head as he witnessed Arthur getting manhandled by Sirius. He found himself ensnared in a perplexing predicament.
While Arthur and Saisha were entangled in a quagmire of indecision, Sirius, unlike his adversaries, pursued a clear and ruthless objective.
Each moment of the protracted battle felt like an eternity to those embroiled in it. Arthur reached an inescapable conclusion: his spear was futile against the physical might of Sirius. He begrudgingly acknowledged his inferiority in terms of close and mid-range combat prowess.
