The Grand Imperial Arena trembled beneath a pressure that no longer belonged in a student tournament.
Crimson-gold sovereign flames surged violently across shattered sections of the battlefield while endless eclipse darkness spread from the opposite side like a living tide swallowing light itself. Silver dream mist twisted desperately between those two monstrous domains, trying to preserve balance, yet the momentary equilibrium established earlier had already begun collapsing again beneath Kael Draven's relentless control.
The reinforced arena barriers groaned continuously.
Massive spiritual pillars surrounding the battlefield pulsed with unstable light as imperial elders poured energy into the formations without pause. Even then, cracks of spiritual distortion continued spreading through portions of the defensive arrays, causing waves of alarm to ripple through the higher-ranking officials overseeing the finals.
This battle had exceeded every prediction.
