Cyrus and Micheal stood next to one another within a crowd gathered around a simple elevated battle arena.
"You think he'll win? Wanna bet?" Asked Cyrus with a smile.
"I don't really see a world where he loses. There'd be no point in betting."
"Yeah but he's still injured so who knows, also, if he restricts himself too much and gets careless, he might really lose."
Hearing this, Micheal ignored Cyrus and focused on the arena.
QIIIII!
Adonis hopped off his dove and descended from the skies.
As soon as his feet touched the ground, a wave of silence engulfed the world around him.
Cyrus instantly stopped smiling and his gaze narrowed alongside Micheal's.
'How did he get this powerful…' they both thought.
Beyond the fact that Adonis had become even more handsome, his aura seemed to have shifted and turned into something they couldn't understand.
