As blood pooled around Greg's feet, he felt an immense pressure weighing down on him, heavy and unyielding like a mountain.
Yet he didn't even flinch when the voice whispered into his ear
"As a reward for passing this Trial in a way I did not expect, I shall grant you more than what I promised."
Greg scowled and retorted
"You didn't promise me shit! You just told me to fight and to kill or die!"
There was a brief silence, causing Greg to realize that he may have fucked up. Just why did he have to swear at the omnipresent voice?
'Shit! Did I go too far? I got too heated and my bad habit came out…Coach always said my temper was going to be the death of me…'
Then all of a sudden, the voice began to laugh…hard. It was a booming echo of a laugh that hurt Greg's ears but it was filled with unexpected joy and amusement.
"Hahahahhaha! You. Brat. I like you!"
