Ashir watched in horror as his creation crumbled, his face a twisted mask of disbelief and rage. He stumbled back, dropping his swords in the sand as the third persona of Revy Gray approached, the Red Abyss held aloft. The arena floor trembled with each step, the very ground seeming to reject the taint of his presence.
The second personality, the cunning gambler, took over for a brief moment, calculating the odds, seeking the perfect moment to strike. Yet, it was the first, the shy and naive self, whose power had turned the tide. The crowd watched in awe, their eyes wide with terror and admiration, as the unassuming young man in glasses had bested their champion's sorcery.
Ashir's eyes grew wide with fear and confusion as his spells failed, his power slipping through his fingers like the sands of time. He stumbled back, desperately trying to regain control, but the third personality had awakened. The shadows grew darker around Revy, his eyes gleaming with a cold, predatory light that sent shivers down the spines of even the hardened gladiators.
With a speed that defied the eye, the third persona of Revy Gray closed the distance between them. The Red Abyss, a crimson blur, found its mark in Ashir's chest. The champion stumbled back, a look of shock frozen on his face as the life drained from his eyes. The crowd's collective gasp was drowned out by the deafening silence that fell upon the colosseum.
The sand creature's form grew weaker, the very essence of its being dissipating into the air. Ashir's clones crumpled, lifeless puppets with their strings cut. The arena stood still, the only sound the echo of the dying monster's roar and the gasp of the spectators as they watched their invincible champion fall.
Revy's third persona stepped over the collapsing body of the sand monster, his gaze never leaving the real Ashir. The gladiator's face contorted in rage and desperation as he reached into the depths of his power, trying to conjure another spell. But with each attempt, the air grew thicker, his magic failing to manifest. The shy, bespectacled persona had turned the tables, the very fabric of the spells unraveling before they could take shape.