The arena fell deathly quiet.
Owen's human form stood motionless. His hands were empty. His Sovereignties were silent and dormant within him. And across the cracked stone, Gorvax waited. No weapon. No visible power. Just that robed figure, featureless and patient.
No one breathed.
Owen rolled his shoulders and flexed his fingers as he stepped forward. The air between them felt thick and charged.
Then He activated [Mana Sense]
The world shifted. He saw Gorvax's energy not as the familiar mana he was used to sensing but as something more complex. The readings were fragmented and through his perception. Cosmic power. He couldn't grasp it fully, yet. Couldn't map its contours.
But he could see where it moved, barely.
Gorvax shifted his weight. A fraction of a degree. And Owen's [Dragon's Eye] caught it. A subtle lean, the tension in a shoulder that shouldn't be tense.
Then he lunged forward.
[Momentum Shift]
