The two Young Alchemists stopped for a moment.
So did the cheering of the spectators.
The Arena, which had been filled with the sound of hundreds of thousands of people only a moment ago, suddenly became much quieter as everyone focused on the two fighters standing across from each other.
Ezra Ashenlocke stood surrounded by hovering M38 SDMRs.
Willow Derlis stood on the other side of the platform, her crimson Blood Alchemy spreading across the ground around her.
Neither of them looked away.
Their eyes remained locked.
To the spectators, it almost felt as though both Young Alchemists understood something that everyone else didn't.
This was the moment that truly mattered.
Both Mass Alchemies had been created.
Both were ready to attack.
Now it only depended on how skilled either of them was at using what they had created.
A slight movement came from Ezra.
His right leg shifted backward ever so slightly.
It was barely noticeable.
But Willow noticed it.
