[Arkas's PoV]
I deflected a blow with my trident, sparks flying as the enemy Grandmaster's blade scraped along its edge. We'd been locked in a brutal exchange for a while now—me, Pedro, and one more of our side holding off two from the Holts. The sky cracked with power above us, but I could feel something shift.
Something bigger.
I turned slightly, mid-parry, just in time to see him…..Billion.
He was rising slowly above the battlefield, wings outstretched, body glowing with pure lightning. It wrapped him like a storm given shape. His hair was wild, charged with power, and his eyes, those sharp, focused eyes, were locked on the world below.
He raised both arms. Two thunder hammers formed in his hands, swirling with violet electricity, pulsing with Essence. The moment they appeared, the air grew heavier. Even the Grandmasters near me paused.
And the kid didn't stop there.
