The arena had long since emptied, but Damien remained behind, sitting alone on one of the stone benches. The soft hum of Force energy still lingered in the air, remnants of the day's battles.
Sara's crossbow technique… Aylen's Phantom Slash… Even Carl had improved his Earthbound Force.
And yet, he hadn't.
He clenched his fists.
For all his talent, all his instincts, he was still stuck at the first level of the Invincible Sword Technique.
He recalled his battle with Aylen. He had won, yes. But it wasn't because of a breakthrough—it was his Blood race power and instincts compensating for the gap.
Sure it was his power but he realised that with just the second stage of their Force skills, even Mars and Aylen had become formidable opponents for him.
If he entered the final match like this…
Would instincts alone be enough?
No.
