Chapter 68: Small Win! (R18)
Even Creed knew he had pushed his summons hard during this spar. Maybe too hard.
But at the same time, they had pushed him just as much, forcing him to react at his limits, testing every ounce of skill and power he had honed over the last few weeks.
It was exhilarating.
Yet, as he looked at Tierra, still sitting on the floor with her arms crossed, looking up at him like an offended cat, Creed felt an odd sense of guilt settle in.
She wasn’t injured anymore since their incredible healing speed had already taken care of that, but her pride had clearly taken a hit.
For someone who had been steadily improving, being defeated so decisively must have stung.
He sighed and walked toward her, his expression softer now. Without a word, he bent down and scooped her up into his arms, effortlessly lifting her in a bridal carry.
Tierra didn’t react at first, simply looking up at him with her usual cold and unreadable gaze.
Then, as he adjusted his hold, she finally spoke. "You fought well," she admitted, her tone unreadable.
Creed blinked. "Wait, you’re not mad?"
Tierra tilted her head slightly. "Why would I be? You were fighting to win. I understand."