The air around the coliseum was thick with tension, charged by a thousand expectant eyes and the sheer force of magic reverberating through the stone. Frostpire versus the Kingdom of Light. The dream matchup no one wanted… except perhaps the gods themselves, who always seemed to have a twisted sense of entertainment.
In the arena, Drake's face was twisted into a grimace as he launched backward, barely avoiding his own rebounding ice projectiles by erecting a thick ice wall.
It was only after hitting another target that the ice spear stopped. However, in the process of dodging, one had brushed past his cheek, drawing a thin line of blood.
"She didn't even flinch," Drake muttered with narrowed eyes. "What are you?"
