The square had emptied in seconds.
Workers, soldiers, even guards who had been carrying crates dropped what they held and backed far away. No one wanted to be caught in the storm that was about to form.
Six figures stood in the center—old friends, warriors, legends.
To them, this was a spar.
To anyone else, it was a death zone.
Seenu was the first to move. His rusty-looking katana hummed with faint flames, the blade trembling as if hungry. His sharp eyes locked onto Aamir.
"I've been waiting five years to see if you've gone soft," he said with a faint grin.
Aamir cracked his neck, crimson aura rippling faintly around him. The peach-golden radiance of Solaris Vitalis burned in his veins, calm yet dangerous. He smirked. "You'll regret asking."
Steel blurred.
Seenu's katana sliced down in a flaming arc. Aamir raised his arm, catching the blade on his forearm. Sparks erupted like fireworks. The ground cracked beneath their feet.
