Willow's POV
In the tumultuous expanse of the arena, Willow's attention gravitated toward a figure that stood as a beacon amidst the chaos — the Sage. Balanced like a sovereign sentinel upon a mound of prostate contenders, the Sage's posture carried an air of mastery that transcended the obvious.
It wasn't merely the elevated vantage point that fascinated Willow; it was the subtle phenomenon taking place beneath the Sage's feet. An almost imperceptible void separated him from the heap of vanquished foes. This minuscule fissure, a hair's breadth of space, spoke volumes of the Sage's communion with an esoteric force known as 'Sei'.
Willow didn't like it. His entire being didn't like it. He felt as if he was looking at some cheap knockoff of his favorite shoes strutting around as if it was the original. That's because Sei was exactly that.
