Chapter 63: THE ONE WHO ADVANCES
"Then let’s pick up the pace," Rowan said, his eyes gleaming with a newfound thrill—one he had never tasted before.
Logan gave a polite nod. "Sure."
The air snapped with tension the moment their feet moved. What followed was no longer just a tournament match. It was something more—a collision of instincts, pride, and the desire to push beyond personal limits. A will to try something new. A will to uncover something unknown.
Boom! Crack! Whoosh!
Lightning clashed against swirling fire. Wind blades ripped through the dust. Every collision sent tremors across the arena floor, and with each blow, the very air seemed to grow heavier—thicker, like the weight of unseen pressure hanging over the audience.
The cheers faded into stunned silence. What once felt like a tournament match now felt like the birth of something far more significant. Some spectators covered their mouths. Others stood frozen, forgetting to breathe.
In the noble balcony, Alice leaned forward, hands clasped just under her chin. Her heart thundered, but her gaze stayed fixed and steady.
He’s holding on. No critical injuries... he is okay. He is still okay...
Mirena, however, was not nearly as composed.
Her fan twitched in her hand. Beside her, Darius’s jaw was clenched tight. The deeper the fight went, the more dread crept into their expressions. If Logan somehow pulled off another victory... then Darius’s entire future—his years of effort and ambition—would collapse under the weight of Logan’s shadow.
Behind them stood Ardyn Vex and Kael Thorne.