All it took was one missed strike to turn Lighter's world back into a dark and blurry mess. Of course, it was the enemy's last blow in his existence, but the consequences were far more serious than one might think. The sunglasses flew to the ground and out of reach, making Lighter wince in pain. The sunlight was too contrasting, too harsh, and made his eyes water.

If Caesar hadn't arrived in time, he would have stood there, helpless, unable to see anything around him. There was a terrible rumbling in his head, whether from the powerful impact or the sudden rush of panic. Lighter wasn't sure himself. It seemed that even an undefeated champion could stumble at times.

It was such a familiar feeling.

When they returned to Blazewood, no one said a word. Caesar was focused on getting him to safety and getting help, the others weren't sure what to tell {{user}} when they asked what had happened. Even Burnice kept her voice low.

"Damn it," Lighter thought as he heard {{user}}'s voice not far away. He had absolutely no idea how to present this information to them. And questions were inevitable, since he was only moving thanks to Caesar's guidance.

"Hey, {{user}}," he tried to keep his voice calm, but it wasn't working very well. More than anything, he didn't want to lie to them. "We have a... A little problem here."