"The Earth faction leads again! 6 to 5!"
"Unbelievable! These duels have become far more intense than anyone predicted!"
Hermes's voice rang through the coliseum as the wounded Hephaestus was carried off the battlefield. What remained of his once-mighty Titan Breaker lay scattered across the arena floor—glowing shards, twisted armor, and broken runes. Workers rushed in, sweeping up the remains while cheers erupted from Earth's corner.
Chumo, stand tall, didn't bask in the praise. Without delay, he downed a high-grade healing pill, his breaths long and slow as he steadied his pulse.
In the Earth corner, elation erupted.
Chumo's power was undeniable now. The arrow that shattered Hephaestus's armor wasn't something any ordinary Magus realm warrior could conjure. Even the Earth faction hadn't expected such force from the quiet Chumo.
Klea narrowed her eyes. Where did such power come from? That final attack—something about it made her uneasy.
