An anticipative tension hung over the Elpaxin Arena, as though beneath the calm surface of the sea, an invisible storm was brewing.
Fang Hong slowly opened his eyes, their deep black orbs gleaming with a soft luster. With his hand, he made a horizontal swipe across the metal panel from left to right, then a vertical one intersecting it from above.
He concluded the test with this most traditional ritual among alchemists.
Taking a step back, he nodded in satisfaction before turning around to walk back at an unhurried pace, taking the control gloves from the hands of a towering Lion Person.
"How was it?"
"Fantastic. Elpaxin's machines are much easier to use than Kapuka's."
It was a simple conversation—
But paired with the big boy's breezy smile, it acted more like a cue, triggering a thunderous applause that swept across the Elpaxin Arena.
