Unaware of the tension that had just ripped through the VIP Combatant Zone, Alex emerged in the center of the arena, light warping around his body as the teleportation beam faded.
His boots hit the stone floor with a solid thud, and he immediately felt it.
Pressure.
Cold.
Like the air itself had teeth.
Across from him, Sylen stood motionless.
His pale silver eyes locked onto Alex with the intensity of a noose tightening around a throat.
The aura bleeding off him was so thick, it made the very stone beneath their feet seem darker.
Sylen was oozing battle intent—so much so that the air itself crackled.
Alex grinned at Sylen's intense gaze.
He didn't mind the pressure. He welcomed it.
He pressed his hands together—fingers tight—and a faint glow traced along his skin with a soft hum as he used [Abyssflare], sneakily sending an explosive disk toward Sylen.
Then he activated [Godeyes], and a whisper of golden light flickered in his pupils.
He was ready.
