The battlefield lay before Eratz as a chaotic yet beautiful symphony of motion, energy, and intent.
The roar of the crowd faded into the background as he focused on the moment, his mind clearer than it had ever been. The world felt sharp, and vivid, as if every movement, every detail had slowed just for him.
His breathing was steady, his heart pounding in rhythm with the pulsating energy surging through his body.
He could feel everything across the arena. He could see Kaida, her flames flickering as she shielded Milo and Colin with a determined expression. Her fiery aura danced like a protective barrier around the two younger fighters. Milo's small hands glowed faintly with healing energy, Colin stood rigid, her fiery fingers trembling.
Maybe they expected an attack, maybe they couldn't even see what was happening. Only Kaida showed less anxiety and more determination.
