The fighting became more intense, and now both Isaac and the shadow man were leaping, running, slashing and nigh flying across the former ball room, exchanging blows with wild speed.

To the naked eye, it would seem as if they were merely moving their hands quickly, and the noise of the clashing of steel was merely something constant such as the heartbeat of the world.

This intense back and forth fighting continued for what appeared to be hours for them, but for everyone else was a few minutes. The fighting might have been endless, yet, something new happened.

Isaac has always been cut off from everyone else, especially when showing his true colors, yet something distracted him, something abnormal.

Linda, the emotional Cetran, was looking at him. Maybe it was due to the intensity of the fight that her gaze was upon him, but whatever it was, he stopped moving, and lowered his weapon and began to stare at her.

For a moment, he felt at peace, like there should be no rage, or hatred, only her. But why?