Faren snarled, his fangs bared as blood dripped from the cut across his chest. His face twisted with fury, eyes burning with a wild intensity. "You won't leave this arena alive, human," he spat, raising his blade.
Power surged around him, and Damien could feel the shift in the air. Faren was tapping into his blood art power now—no more games, no more underestimating his opponent.
Damien's grip tightened around Nightshade. He could feel the shift as well, the change in Faren's energy. The atmosphere in the arena grew heavier, oppressive. The crowd sensed it too, murmuring anxiously as they leaned in to watch the clash escalate.
Rael, still seated high in the VIP section, watched closely, his icy gaze unblinking. Beside him, Kain chuckled under his breath, clearly enjoying the spectacle. "Faren's finally getting serious. This won't take long."
Lyra's eyes gleamed with amusement. "He should've done that from the start. This human has no idea what's coming."
