The clash between Qi and pure mana had shaken the arena to its very foundations. The combined strike of Raze and the Wilton students had been so overwhelming that it tore a hole through the veil of wind and dust, momentarily clearing the air above. Light poured through the gap, but the lower half of the battlefield remained shrouded in the storm. From the audience's perspective, the fight was still hidden, yet they could feel its weight, the pressure of energies colliding, the earth rumbling beneath their feet, the vibrations rattling the reinforced barrier.
The barrier itself was groaning under the strain. Recognizing the danger, the teachers stationed around the coliseum poured their mana into it, reinforcing the walls in desperation. If either the Qi strike or the raw mana beam had escaped into the stands, no amount of shielding would have saved the crowd.
