The world dulled around Alex.
The roar of the arena faded into the background—like it was underwater.
His breathing slowed. Controlled. Steady.
He was in the zone. A state of focus so sharp that time itself seemed to bend.
Tharnok couldn't see him.
Even if he could, it wouldn't matter—he was too busy fighting for his life, swatting at the barrage of beams, blades, and ice crashing down on him.
The spectators couldn't see Alex either.
He was a ghost to them—invisible, untouchable.
Only the Deities watching from above, and a few of the most powerful Legacy Holders, could track him with their gaze.
He could feel it—those piercing eyes watching his every move.
But it didn't matter.
He wasn't fighting them.
His only target… was Tharnok.
And with each strike, with every slash, blast, or elemental hit—Alex wove Emi into his attacks.
