A heavy silence fell upon the coliseum.
Kent Harrow, who had always carried a faint, amused smile, now stood with an expression completely void of emotion.
Then—
A simple-looking wand materialized in his hand.
It was plain, unadorned—nothing like the grand, gem-embedded staffs wielded by archmages.
Yet—
The moment it appeared…
The world itself seemed to halt.
The howling winds of Alaric's Torrential Downpour suddenly stilled.
The cascading rain stopped mid-fall, droplets frozen in place.
The air became suffocatingly dense—as if reality itself was being held hostage by an unseen force.
A strange, foreign aura spread across the coliseum, an unnatural presence that made the strongest warriors in the audience feel a primal fear crawl up their spines.
Kaelen's fingers twitched, his grip tightening around the Blade of Eternity.
"What is this…?" he muttered, his gaze darting around.
Morris, Lila, Ethan, and Sofia all felt it too.
Something wrong.
Something absolute.
