As Cyrus and Kael stood at the center of the arena, a palpable tension filled the air, creating an almost tangible barrier between them. The clash of their auras was unexpected, catching Kael off guard. The atmosphere crackled with an intense energy, and Kael could feel the waves of bloodlust emanating from Cyrus.
The air seemed to thicken as the two combatants locked eyes, each harboring a distinct determination. Kael, initially underestimating Cyrus due to his youthful appearance, now faced a revelation. The child before him exuded a menacing presence that transcended age and experience. The bloodlust that enveloped Cyrus painted a stark contrast to his innocent facade.
