Emery's ascension to grand magus realm was less than two decades past—barely an instant when measured against the vast timeline of cosmic experts. By contrast, his divine sense easily pierced the veil around his opponent. This Draven was far more refined, a two cosmos Grand Magus of the second layer with several hundred years of mastery behind him. Add to that the formidable high-tier saber in his hands, Emery knew this would be no simple battle.
But rather than dissuade him, the prospect set a steady flame of anticipation alight in his chest. A perfect opponent, a chance to measure his growth
Draven wasted no time. his killing intent was clear as he raised his crystal blade, its surface shimmering with condensed ice law.
His aura surged outward, and his battlefield domain descended. The surrounding space froze beneath its weight, law power condensing into crystalline frost. Shards of icy energy crackled around Emery, pressing in like a million invisible blades.
