Suddenly, the air around Sun seemed to compress, a low, resonant hum vibrating through the arena, sending a shiver down Jae's spine as a glowing circle flared into existence around the noble prince. Its edges pulsed with raw, crackling mana, a radiant barrier that shimmered with power.
Varic's magical threads, moments ago taut and precise as they streaked toward Sun, went limp in an instant, falling to the polished floor like cut strings, no longer responding to Varic's desperate, frantic tugs.
Sun's lips curled into a smug, condescending smirk, his voice smooth and mocking as he took a slow, deliberate step forward.
"Your thread manipulation is cool, Varic," he said, his tone dripping with arrogance, "but everything in my domain belongs to me."
Jae gasped, his breath catching in his throat as the realization hit him like a punch: Sun's fighting with a domain. No wonder he was ranked top two in the class, neck-and-neck with Byun's shadow-weaving prowess.
