Cassian's golden aura intensified until it felt like a second sun had ignited within the arena, bathing everything in radiant, searing brilliance. His eyes glowed brighter than the Solar Dragon's flames, two burning stars locked in a furious gaze, and his golden hair floated upward in crackling arcs, swaying as if caught in a violent storm of energy.
Sparks of golden light danced across his body like lightning, and a high-pitched hum filled the air—the sound of raw power compressing the space around him. The sheer force rolling off his body cracked the stone at his feet and made the very air shimmer, like the prelude to a divine judgment descending upon the earth.
The moment his feet shifted, the world changed.
The air grew heavy—unreasonably heavy. Not just from spiritual pressure, but from something deeper, older, more absolute.
"W-what is that!?" one of the announcers gasped. "Is that his Gift?. That's… that's—!"
