Chapter 203: Kayneth El-Melloi Archibald
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Moonlight streamed through the shattered ceiling of the hotel suite.
The once-elegant room, its crystal chandelier now reduced to fragments scattered across the floor, was in ruins. The television, the tea table, the sofa—all sliced and broken, their remains—wood splinters, shards of glass, torn leather—littering the dust-covered tile floor.
Drip—drip...
Water dripped onto the tiles, the sound echoing in the otherwise silent room.
Lancelot knelt, wiping the blood from his eyes—a deep gash on his forehead, the white of his skull visible beneath.
His blue hair, slightly curled, stirred in the breeze. His helmet, split in two, lay discarded nearby. His blue armor, scarred and dented, was a testament to the battle's ferocity.
Diarmuid stood before him, his bare chest, sculpted with eight perfectly defined abdominal muscles, covered in shallow cuts, blood welling up, forming droplets that fell to the floor.
"You've lost," Diarmuid said, his voice flat, a hint of—melancholy in it.
Though he'd successfully completed his Master's task, he felt no sense of triumph. This victory hadn't been earned through skill.