Slowly, the golden sea that had descended upon Ysara like molten metal began to dissipate, shattering into countless luminous shards that drifted through the air like stardust before vanishing completely.
The arena floor was blackened and warped by the heat, and the magical arrays engraved into its structure already pulsed at a steady rhythm, working to repair every crack.
Parts of the stone still glowed a furious red, radiating waves of heat that made the air above them ripple and distort.
Within an area of five hundred square meters, absolutely nothing would have survived if this had been a real battle.
Ysara, far more powerful than Ethan, naturally remained unscathed amid the destruction. Her eyes sparkled with amused interest as she surveyed the smoking crater around her feet, one hand casually brushing a strand of hair from her cheek.
Ethan, on the other hand, was breathing a little heavier than usual.
