Light slowed his breathing as he sat in the middle of the arena, with his legs crossed in a lotus position.
It was odd that he would do something like this in such a high stakes game, even his father scoffed, knowing that the boy may have just signed his death warrant.
Zeldris became extremely annoyed at the boy's behavior, he never wished to be looked down upon, not even by the top officials in the Estate. But here this young man was, treating their battle like a training session.
He would not stand for it.
Zeldris roared and tore through the air like a torpedo going at full speed, for his size he was fast, very fast.
Light didn't even twitch, he sat there, the wind calmly swirling around him. Even with his eyes closed, he had become extremely sensitive to his environment, and he had created something he called an Orbit.
It was a small circular of energy he put around himself, it helped to detect any incoming hostile objects or people,
