Soon enough, Sirius found himself standing in a large arena, just spacious enough for most Soul Weavers to showcase their irregular abilities. The sun blazed high in the sky, casting warmth over the crowd, while a soothing breeze caressed the air, brushing against the bodies of not just the two opponents but also the hundreds of spectators. The tension was palpable, as eyes were glued to the combatants, both seemingly preparing for the inevitable battle.
Sirius stood at his corner, quietly observing Nathan's every movement. He studied the smug expression on Nathan's face, but his own demeanor remained calm, almost detached.
