A stunned silence settled over the resplendent arena. A sea of spectators was staring at Sunny with wide eyes, not sure if they had heard it right. Even the Saint seemed shocked and uncertain about what to do.
Surely, Mongrel had not just… challenged a Master of the Great Clan Valor to a fight?
In that silence, a bright laughter suddenly rang, rolling over the vast courtyard. It was Morgan. She was laughing with a delighted expression on her face, her striking vermilion eyes full of mirth and amusement.
A few moments later, she looked down and asked, her raspy voice relaxed and steady:
"Oh, really? You want to fight me?"
Sunny stared at her from below, and nodded.
"Yes."
…But of course, he didn't. He might have been a little bit crazy, but not nearly crazy enough to wish to fight an Ascended serving one of the Sovereigns. Hell, that Morgan girl could have been Anvil's own daughter, for all Sunny knew.
