"Alright," Nova murmured, her tone still icy. "But the next time you dare to stop me… I will kill you."
Marcella bowed her head slightly, her calm never breaking. "Understood, My Lady."
Back in the arena.
Razeal's body ached as he pulled himself from the cracked stone floor, dusting off his tattered clothes. His breathing was heavy, but his eyes burned with an unshakable fire. He looked up at the towering wooden colossus floating above, its pink wings casting a colossal shadow across the coliseum. It was less like a statue and more like a skyscraper-sized fortress.
His lips twitched into a grin. "I guess size really does matter… if the material's same damn hard."
He glanced down at his black shadow-saber, its surface flickering faintly. His strike, Tectonic Flow 2.0, had been powerful enough to split small mountains. Yet, the colossus' polished wooden surface didn't even bear a scratch. The sword trembled faintly in his hand, cracks threatening along its edge.
