As the magic brands vanished, the six young masters remained, eyes locked onto Lyon with varying degrees of shock, wariness, and disbelief. His phenomenon had eclipsed all theirs combined, leaving them feeling small in the wake of its magnitude.
Azleid gritted his teeth, the memories of Lyon's overwhelming strength in the Lost Ruin still fresh in his mind. His fists clenched at his sides, anger bubbling up as his pride fought to deny what he'd just witnessed. I swore to surpass him... but this…
Yuri's gaze narrowed into a cold, hard line. The Black Kirin perched on his shoulder had fallen silent, no longer whispering words of confidence. He had been prepared to challenge Lyon, but now, the gap between them felt insurmountable. That power… it's beyond anything I imagined.
