Light exploded from his body.
Not beams or chains or spears—just light. Raw, blinding, absolute. It burned through my dark aura like paper, searing my skin even through my clothes. I screamed without meaning to, the sound torn from my throat as I tried to pull away.
But he wouldn't let go.
"You're strong," he said, his voice calm despite the blood dripping down his chin. "But strength without discipline is just chaos. And chaos... chaos burns out."
Chaos? Ridiculous, unlike him, I've actually used literal chaos before.
[Light Manipulation]
A blade of light materialised in his free hand, aimed directly at my chest.
FWOOOOSH!
A beam of condensed light struck Valtor from the side, hurling him across the arena. He crashed into a pillar, the stone cracking around him, and slumped to the ground.
Marcellus stood at the edge of the arena, arm extended, golden light still flickering around his fingertips.
"Didn't expect you'd help."
