David's eyes flickered with a vibrant swirl of blue and white light, the power of his [Celestial Wheel] in full effect. Through the supernatural lens of his skill, he could see it clearly—the corrupted mana seeping from Shaun's body like an oily shadow, tainting the air around him. The crowd, unaware of what truly lay beneath Shaun's graceful attacks, held their breath in awe, but David was no fool. He saw everything.
In a blur of movement, Shaun lunged at him. His sword cut through the air with newfound speed, its thrusts and slashes faster than before. Elder Tyron, watching from the sidelines, could sense the increase in Shaun's power but found nothing overtly suspicious. To the elder's relief, David seemed to be managing, his unique skills and sharp instincts helping him evade the onslaught—barely.
