The single word echoed across the colosseum.
It carried a gravity that caused the ruined, towering stone bleachers of the ancient arena to literally groan.
The ancient masonry cracked loudly in terrified protest as the very fabric of the pocket dimension shuddered under the weight of his intent.
'Truly he has more Soul mana for an unawakened Soul King… why is that?' Ryoki thought
Klaus didn't reach for his hip as he didn't have a leather scabbard to frantically draw a weapon from.
He simply raised his right hand.
'Forge…'
He extended his arm directly out toward the empty howling air beside him and he opened his palm.
THOOM!
The air in the arena violently ruptured.
A blinding column of pure white Soul Mana erupted directly from the absolute center of Klaus's core combining with the Metal Magic he was using…
It didn't flow like normal magic as it exploded instead.
