The moment Soren's attack was launched, the entire aura of the arena shifted.
Like flipping a switch. The crowd didn't just see two prodigies. They saw a clash of ideals—talent versus legacy.
It wasn't just the sheer speed of the opening strike that was intimidating—it was the pressure. Four dragons moved as one, each boosted beyond belief. Their bodies glowed faintly with power that wasn't fully their own, muscles rippling with synchronized might, their auras stacked and sharpened like four swords honed on the same whetstone.
Kain ducked just in time as a metallic gold lightning dragon streaked through the sky, its claws flashing as it launched a compressed arc of current toward his side of the arena. A second dragon, light green and glass-winged, followed close behind, twisting the airflow into cutting streamers that sliced across the field, aiming at everyone and everything indiscriminately.
Then came the others.
