The one who suffered the most injuries was the closest to defeat. It often worked that way, but Adam was not one to fear wounds or pain.
He had long understood and accepted them as an integral part of battle, so the bloody cuts on his back did not bother him at all.
On the contrary, for him, it was something like a warm-up to understand whether his opponent could really give him a fight or whether it would soon end with a few precise blows.
Adam didn't do it on purpose, it always happened naturally, just like now.
Now he had the opportunity to learn a little more about his opponent, not from stories from Gareyna or Nollura, but from Ureyn himself and from his true self.
And... it became clear that during the few years Ureyn spent inside his mill, he decided to rethink what his power should look like and what was really important. He had a choice between his wind and needle, and in the end, he decided that he should follow the same path as the others from the Gray Needle.
