Fire Against Frost
Shan stared at her coldly. Anger rose from his heart as he thought back to the humiliation his father and he had experienced during this period of time.
It wasn't loud.
It wasn't explosive.
But it burned.
Quiet. Steady. Dangerous.
And from that silence—
His battle intent began to rise.
Like heat before a storm.
Like a blade slowly being drawn.
That blazing battle intent spread out from the arena.
It rolled outward in waves, pressing against the spectators, stirring robes, rattling breath. The very air seemed to grow heavier, as if the space between heaven and earth had tightened around the two figures standing at the center.
Selena didn't move.
But the cold around her deepened.
Faint frost gathered beneath her feet, thin cracks of ice whispering across the stone like a quiet warning.
Everyone could feel it.
The shocking battle intent emitted by the two people on the stage.
A clash before the clash.
