The ground beneath his feet began to tremble, and a swirling vortex of dust formed in the center of the arena. From within this vortex, a colossal figure began to take shape. Two enormous, glowing eyes appeared, fixated upon him.
Just seeing those dreadful eyes looking at him, Lukas became scared. His body started trembling uncontrollably.
He began to back away, muttering to himself, "I have to run, run, run, or I will die..." Those words echoed through his mind.
A haunting, humming sound escaped from the colossal figure, intensifying his fear. The shape continued to form, two majestic horns sprouted upwards, above the fierce eyes.
He quickly retreated, but in the next moment, something in his hand vibrated, and warmth spread across his chest. He found himself coming out of his fear, and the once-intimidating tornado seemed to lose its grip on his mind.
