"Haha! Spectacular! Spectacular!"
Unrestrained laughter rumbled through the endless space. The Great Verge lounged upon a chair of darkness with his eyes fixed on the live projection of a figure calmly sheathing his katana, the sizzling halves of his opponent falling from the skies.
"A pity, truly, span. That would've made it two for two. Tell me, why did you refuse to wager on this bout?"
The Eternal Span remained silent for a time.
"Because the result was never in question."
"Was it?" the Great Verge mused. "I would've sworn the Redflame still carried a sliver of hope."
A glare brushed against him, but the Great Verge merely waved it off, chuckling.
"The fool was doomed the moment he agreed to face that child. Some battles are lost before the first step is taken."
"How does it feel," he continued, "to finally witness his greatest, span?"
"…Why do you regard him so highly?"
