Arthur planted both feet. Breathed once.
Okay. Remember what master said. Remember what you just saw.
He looked at Auros across the platform. At the posture, the stillness, the way the field around him sat steady instead of straining under the weight of everything he'd already thrown at Kreasial.
Seven minutes. He's been running that field for seven minutes against Kreasial alone, and it hasn't dipped once that I could see. Either his reserve is enormous or he's better at hiding the cost than anyone I've fought so far. Probably both. I can't bank on him running dry. I have to assume he doesn't.
Arthur raised his hand. Two fingers extended, thumb cocked back, like a kid pointing a toy gun.
Open your eyes, Vexis.
'Open your ears, Arthur.'
"ALL PARTICIPANTS READY? BEGIN!"
Auros blurred.
One second he was standing still, the next he wasn't standing anywhere Arthur could track, just a smear of motion eating the distance between them in under a heartbeat.
