August stood at the center of the battlefield, his victory and dominance radiating from every pore. The spectators watched in stunned silence, their mouths gaping open in awe and a hint of fear. Cold sweat trickled down their brows as they contemplated the sheer power and skill displayed by the Storm King.
The image of August's Storm Halberd spell, inches away from Voronoi, haunted their thoughts. The mere imagination of being caught in its devastating reach sent shivers down their spines. They couldn't help but wonder if they would fare any better than Voronoi, who now lay motionless on the ground not only due to weakness and exhaustion but also out of sheer fear and intimidation.
Whispers and murmurs began to circulate among the crowd, conversations born out of a mixture of admiration and trepidation. The two strongest apprentice factions, the Dark Tiger Faction and the Lightning Faction, exchanged glances and engaged in hushed discussions.
