The battle between both sides began and the outcome was shocking to some.
*Boom!*
Kalius's body crashed into the arena floor, creating a massive crater that sent cracks spider-webbing across the already damaged stage. Dust and debris exploded outward from the impact point.
He coughed violently, blood spurting from his mouth and staining his torn robes. His vision blurred, but he forced his gaze upward.
Arthur hovered in the air above him, using peak level wind conception to float effortlessly. His robes billowed in the currents he controlled, making him look like an immortal descended from the heavens.
'Damn it!'
Kalius's mind raced despite the pain wracking his body. 'Didn't even last more than a few moves!'
He had prepared so carefully. Three trump cards—techniques he'd kept hidden for years, waiting for the perfect moment to reveal them. Techniques that could turn the tide of any battle.
But he hadn't gotten the chance to use a single one.
