"Is this guy for real?" Logan thought, eyes locked on the monstrous fireball above him. "Why does he seem so ferocious in a test match? Does he want to kill me that badly?"
The heat was unbearable. Even from meters away, it felt like his skin might blister.
The flame kept swirling. Growing. Rumbling.
Logan tensed his legs, prepared to dodge or counter if he could. But deep down, he knew…if that spell landed, even grazing him slightly, he would be reduced to ash.
Then suddenly….
Fwssh!
The fireball vanished.
Gone. As if it was never there.
No explosion. No fallout. Just empty air.
Logan stood frozen for a full second. His narrowed eyes widened in disbelief. His brain couldn't process what just happened.
"W-What…?"
Ali Arkman smiled faintly.
"You did well," he said, voice calm and composed again. As if the last few minutes hadn't included a fireball capable of burning down a fortress.
Logan blinked. "What?"
