The crowd gasped in unison. The brutal stage of cracked stone had been transformed into something otherworldly. It was no longer an arena of battle, but a living garden of flame and light, a vision both beautiful and dangerous.
Kael let out another roar. His shadowed frame barreled through the blossoms, his steps crushing the petals underfoot. The fire clung to him, scorched his skin, blackened the edges of his armor, but still he pressed on. His eyes blazed with defiance as he raised his greatsword high above his head. Every muscle in his body strained with effort, veins bulging with violent light.
"Break!" His voice tore through the air like thunder.
The blade came down with the weight of a mountain.
