The crowd roared as Gore's aura flared to life once more, his body surrounded by a crimson glow. His wounds closed, and his stamina replenished.
But Frigid didn't flinch. He stood firm, his icy gaze steadfast.
Gore charged, faster and stronger than before, his blade slicing through the air. For a moment, it seemed as though he might finally break through Frigid's defense. But as his blade collided with the ice, the arena was filled with a deafening crack—not from Frigid, but from Gore's weapon.
The enhanced blade shattered into countless pieces, the energy from the artifact unable to compensate for its weakened durability. Gore stumbled, his eyes wide with shock as he stared at his empty hands.
Frigid stepped forward, his icy form towering over Gore. The temperature in the arena dropped even further, frost spreading across the ground in every direction.
