Don relaxed his posture slightly, his arms falling to his sides as he kept his eyes locked on Apex across the chaotic field.
The stadium had practically become a warzone, with the mechanical pillars rising and falling erratically, some of them sparking and letting out bursts of electricity. As for the ground , it was cracked and uneven.
In the stands, the atmosphere was still electric. The intensity of the fight had completely gripped the crowd.
Some had their phones out, recording the spectacle while others had started to chant Don's name, their voices growing louder with each passing second. They were hoping to see more of what they believed was his raw, untapped power.
Despite the heavy exchange he'd just endured, Don's breathing remained steady, his chest rising and falling at an okay pace.
