Klaus stood amidst the crackling energy, his sword clutched with unwavering determination. Dark tendrils of energy pulsed out of his body, each beat synchronized with the rhythmic throbbing of his training sword. The ground beneath him responded, cracks spiderwebbing across the arena with each surge of arcane power.
His once-blue eyes now glowed with an ethereal darkness, a hue that seemed to draw in the very shadows around him. The intensity of his gaze locked onto Alex, a silent challenge issued through the pulsating energy enveloping Klaus. The Lion Arena transformed into an otherworldly battleground, the air thick with the foreboding power emanating from Klaus.
Despite the shifting dynamics and Klaus's unleashing of arcane energy, Alex's confident smile remained intact. It was as if he had anticipated this very turn of events, waiting for Klaus to tap into the depths of his arcane power.
