From the beginning to the end, every eye was fixed on the unfolding battle, not a single moment missed.
Even those whose arrogance soared to unimaginable heights observed, unable to tear themselves away.
Anthony sat in quiet contemplation, his gaze locked upon the figure of 20072, his thoughts lingering on the lifeless body of 837.
'A pity'
Anthony mused inwardly, his expression unreadable.
'Such wasted potential, such squandered ability...'
His mind wandered back to 837's electromagnetic field.
Anthony had observed it with keen interest, recognizing the raw power it contained.
While others might have seen it as a refined technique, to Anthony, a genius in his own right, it seemed crude.
He could already envision countless ways to wield that same power with more finesse, more precision.
A dozen different strategies raced through his mind, each one capable of ending the fight with far greater efficiency.
