Night.
Killian Hall.
"Haah!!!"
A sharp cry echoed through the vast, empty interior of Killian Hall's training grounds.
WOOSH!!
WHISHHH!!
BOOMMM!!!
Blinding surges of light slashed through the air, tearing the silence apart.
Waves of scorching heat and violent shockwaves rippled across the entire arena as the aftershocks of the clash warped the reinforced ground and pillars.
One of the training golems, still flickering with fading mana, let out a final metallic screech as its core overheated—its limbs desperately twitching as it tried to push itself up.
But it was far too late.
The construct's body melted mid-motion, collapsing into a sizzling heap of bubbling, warped metal and mana-infused alloy.
The floor around it was scorched black.
"...Haah..."
Lucas, his breathing heavy, stood in the center of the destruction, wiping the sweat from his brow.
