Morgana had revealed her true power.
A terrifying half-blood cloaked in dark cosmic flames, her silhouette now overlaid with the spirit of a massive, draconic beast. With Killgragah's aura roaring behind her, she charged like a comet through the arena, straight at the god of time.
Kronos, flanked by his phantom, backstepped with an almost desperate flicker of his scythe. Each retreating motion was laced with precision, but his stance was beginning to crack.
Pushed back.
Not once, not twice, but again and again.
Each of her claw strikes sent shockwaves that tore across the arena floor. Each flame burst corroded space itself. Kronos was now on the defensive, retreating, evading.
The audience, both mortal and divine, held their breath.
This was unthinkable.
Even his own magus watched in stunned disbelief.
From the Earth faction's corner, Julian gave a half-laugh between pained breaths. "Damn… I didn't think she was this strong… She's gonna steal all the spotlight."
