The courtyard remained silent as everyone stared at the ongoing scene with calm eyes. Ross Sellias, standing beside his younger brother, stared at everything going on with a frown resting on his forehead.
The old man wearing the crimson robes took a step forward. Several chains with sharp blades attached to their ends burst out from his robe as they burst toward Asher, slashing the air apart in the process.
Dust flew everywhere as they blinded the entire crowd from the view of the stadium. Holding their arms to cover their eyes. Each of them suddenly had intense expressions as their eyes now showed intense caution.
Instantly, the four-color lightning burst through the dust. Immediately, several slashes echoed, tearing the dust that flew in the air apart. Beads of sweat started to form in the hair of elders from each group as they stared ahead with cautious eyes.
