His fighting style was simple to understand but difficult to counter. He did not seek aesthetics. He used his aura as a direct extension of his body. Repulsion to control space, Attraction to break distances, Dash to impose the rhythm. He wasted no movement. Every attack had a precise purpose.
It was at that moment that he saw her.
A hundred meters away. A guy with red hair and a half-beast. She was motionless in very bad shape.
"Destiny does things well~"
***
The meeting room of the Dawn Faction was bathed in warm light, maintained by solar crystals embedded in the walls. Around the central table, several elves from the Sol clan and the Spina clan silently watched the replay projected in front of them. The image showed a human advancing without weapons, striking, repelling, methodically humiliating elven mages unable to stop him.
Lady Jezabel of the Sun stood.
