Suddenly the air above the arena shifted.
Leo felt it even from the tunnel, an immense pressure that made his chest tighten
A figure materialized in the sky above the Grand Arena, floating, the dome immediately coming undone.
The man was old, silver hair pulled back in a tight topknot, robes that looked simple, academic even, but moved wrong, like the fabric existed slightly outside normal reality. His eyes swept across the chaos below with calm.
"Headmaster Veyron," Daichi breathed from beside Leo. The first time Leo had heard actual reverence in the Daichi's voice.
The headmaster raised both hands.
The air sang, leo had felt overwhelming pressure, much more than he'd even felt with anyone else, this man was definitely more powerful than Iori.
Geometric patterns bloomed in the air around the headmaster, covering the entire arena, it looked intricate, and three-dimensional, rotating in ways that hurt to look at directly.
