Byung's world narrowed to the Chieftess's red eyes, the killing intent pressing down on him like an invisible mountain, making his muscles lock and his breath come in shallow gasps. The arena's air felt thick, the dirt under his feet sticky with sweat and blood, the crowd's murmurs a distant hum like bees in a hive. His heart thumped wildly, fear clawing at his insides, but then—something shifted.
For a moment, his eyes rolled to the back of his head, whites showing in a eerie blank stare. The world tilted, colors inverting in his vision, the faces pushed against the fence pulsing brighter with a low hum that vibrated through his bones.
