She saw it with her own eyes. He was truly limiting his own strength. Not out of arrogance, not out of disdain, but for a deeper reason, one she couldn't fully understand, yet instinctively respected.
When he finished, Kyrian slowly opened his violet eyes. Within them, tiny bolts of lightning began to appear, shimmering like miniature stars in a night sky.
His gaze was calm, yet carried an intensity that made the air around him seem heavier.
His opponent took a deep breath, feeling the weight of that gaze upon her.
Even with his cultivation reduced, the invisible pressure emanating from his eyes remained astonishing.
She slowly unsheathed her sword, the slender blade singing as it left the scabbard. Light reflected off its polished steel, creating dancing patterns.
"I'll attack."
Kyrian merely nodded, his hands relaxed at his sides, seemingly defenseless.
The next instant, she vanished.
