The battlefield had settled into a rhythm so refined that it almost felt unnatural to those watching from the stands. There were no massive explosions tearing apart the arena, no overwhelming surges of power forcing the audience into a frenzy. Instead, what unfolded on Platform Three was something far more subtle, far more dangerous, and infinitely more precise.
At the center of the platform stood Aether, completely still.
His posture was relaxed, his breathing controlled, and his gaze steady as it followed every shift within the battlefield. To a casual observer, he might have appeared passive, as though he was simply waiting without intent. However, that illusion could not have been further from the truth. Beneath that calm exterior, his mind was moving rapidly, analyzing every detail, measuring every movement, and calculating every possible outcome.
He was not simply observing the battle.
He was dissecting it.
