The battlefield was silent, save for the crackling flames of Eratz's fire field spell. Arvad lay beneath him, his head pinned under Eratz's foot, the flames dancing ominously around them.
The crowd, and even the remaining World Star fighters, stood stunned, their breath stolen by the devastating display of power.
Eratz's gaze dropped to Arvad, his expression surprisingly calm. A faint smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.
"Sorry, brother," he said, his voice low. "But you looked easier to get."
He pressed down slightly, emphasizing his dominance, before lifting his head to look forward.
His glowing yellow eyes fixed on the remaining three World Star members, their stunned expressions revealing their disbelief.
Fredrin's jaw tightened, his fists clenching. Morgiana's narrowed eyes flickered with uncertainty, her usually measured composure shaken.
