Bab 134: The Blood of Mah'shai Clan

The sunset and the battle prolonged. No side was winning, but in longer-term, Wrik's side was losing. Few of them were heavily injured, few fled away, and few gave up on the test—brought themselves out of the test zone. None could blame them—this test—the game was not any less fetal than the war.

No one could condemn another running away for fear of losing their life. Maybe it was a lesson well learned—the tower was not a play. It's a journey, a deadly one. Those unfortunate should know if they were made for such a journey. 

The two spears met in the mid-air as Lily eyed her opponent. She could not win against Arjamith in a battle of strength, but she had a good intuition—an ability that let her feel where her opponent would attack next. It was not just her, she could see through any falsehood and peer directly at the centre of things.