Anon groggily woke up to a new battlefield. It was much larger than the previous one, but it was to be expected.
Alerting him to danger, a hoarse voice resounded throughout the battlefield.
"This is the first time."
Anon heard this voice and instantly shot awake. The confusion dissipated, and he quickly became alerted to the foreign presence.
"Never had I come across an unconscious opponent." The figure was humanoid.
Besides some strange patterns on his face and his pupilless crimson eyes, he appeared no different than the average human.
The figure held a blood-colored book in their left hand. It had strange-looking decorations and released a bloody stench.
"You can refer to me as Blood Fiend," he said. "May I ask what your title is?"
Anon was pleasantly surprised by this opponent's mannerisms. Pondering in silence for a short while, in the blink of an eye, he concisely replied with a gravelly voice.
"Anon."
