The room was silent, save for the subtle hum of mana in the air.
Noah remained still, his eyes darting around, trying to anticipate Xander's next move.
One moment he had been there, and the next, he was gone—vanished, as if he'd dissolved into thin air.
Noah's senses screamed danger.
'Where the hell did he go?'
Noah's mind raced, his body instinctively moving on its own, driven by survival instincts honed through constant training.
He quickly angled his ice spear diagonally in front of him, bracing for impact.
A split second later, Xander reappeared—his eyes glowing a dangerous shade of blue, the intensity in them almost murderous.
The sound of steel meeting ice echoed through the room as Xander's sword collided with Noah's spear, sending a powerful shockwave of air rippling outward.
The force of the impact sent a groan through Noah's body as he gritted his teeth, his fingers trembling under the weight of the attack.
