Averak raised one hand.
A wave of golden ether pulsed from his body and spread across the battlefield.
It didn't attack or hurt anyone. It simply stopped everything.
All movement froze. Skills vanished. Blades lowered. Silence followed.
Krovath, from the other side, stepped forward.
His cold eyes scanned the field of battle.
"That's enough," Krovath said.
Brangur, covered in dust, looked over. "But we still haven't finished—"
"You will finish nothing today," Krovath interrupted. "The real opponent is about to arrive."
On the other side, Hextor blinked. "What are you talking about?"
Averak turned toward his team. "This match was not pointless."
"But it is no longer needed. All of you… Conserve your strength."
Seraine wiped the blood from her cheek. "Who is coming?"
Krovath looked at the sky. "Someone we've been waiting for."
Quavira frowned. "You mean... the third party?"
Krovath nodded. "His aura is rising. Stronger than before."
