Cracks webbed across the arena floor like spider veins. Steam hissed from molten gouges in the marble.
Rudra and Orion faced each other, each battered, bleeding, but burning with purpose.
From the monarch's area in the stands, Agni Igris, Arthur, and Merlin watched in silent awe.
"I can't believe they're still going," Merlin murmured, her voice low with unease.
"They're beyond 'sparring' now," Arthur said, lips tight.
Agni didn't respond. His arms were folded, but his eyes—glowing faintly—burned with fierce pride. 'Now, Rudra. Find the strength.'
Rudra could feel the fire screaming in his limbs.
His chest rose and fell with labored intensity. He had already pushed his body too far. But he needed more.
He activated [Crimson Flare], and flame surged through him again, reigniting his strength and speed.
The ground beneath him cracked from the pressure.
