Chapter 112: Grand Northern Martial Tournament [7]
Swooosh—!
At that moment, A colorless aura surged around Gareth’s greatsword. Julies frownd and quickly put a distance between them.
The dueling arena was dead silent—until the air itself seemed to shudder.
A low, deep hum vibrated through the stone tiles as Gareth’s blade ignited with raw, colorless aura. Not red. Not blue. Not even gold. It was... neutral. Clear, yet dangerous—like condensed killing intent stripped of ornament.
Julies’s brows knit for the first time.
Not in fear.
In curiosity.
So that’s the kind of card you’ve been hiding.
Gareth turned slowly, the glow from his armor dimming slightly, as if yielding center stage to the blade in his hand. His eyes weren’t wild now. They were calm.
Focused.
"You almost had me," Gareth said, voice firm, his previous arrogance reined in.
Almost.