As Bosco slammed his staff into Romino's head, a thunderous crack echoed through the arena. The walls shook violently, dust raining down from the cracks.
"You can't mess with my class!" Bosco roared, his anger radiating like molten steel.
Blood splattered from Romino's forehead and nose, painting the floor crimson. Every child in the arena froze for a heartbeat, a mix of awe and shock written across their faces. The air itself seemed to tremble.
Yet, through the pain, Romino smirked, whispering, "Aston Mara…"
At his words, the ground rumbled. From the arena floor, a colossal golem erupted — molten lava flowing along its jagged body like rivers of fire. Its form resembled Kagunir of Aster, massive, unyielding, and terrifyingly alive.
Without hesitation, the lava golem's eyes locked on Dax. A stream of molten projectiles shot forth like guided missiles, each one targeting him with deadly precision.
