The pressure was mounting. Andrey could feel the strain in his muscles, the burn in his lungs, the weight of every strike against his staff. The holographic figures kept coming, relentless and coordinated, their attacks growing sharper, more precise.
Sein's flames flickered as she drove her fist through another figure, but two more took its place. Sarah's mana was running low, her attacks growing weaker. Lisa's barrier was cracked, barely holding.
Andrey's gaze swept the arena. They were being pushed back, their formation crumbling under the relentless assault.
He made a decision.
"Overdrive!"
Power surged through his body, his muscles burning as his hair shifted from brown to white. The world around him sharpened, every detail snapping into focus—the movements of the figures, the cracks in the barrier, the faint pulse of the simulation's core.
