The arena pulsed with anticipation.
Disciples leaned forward in their seats, elders sharpened their spiritual senses, and even the torches seemed to burn brighter as the air thickened with tension. The match was about to resume genius of the Kilvish Clan vs the Storm clan, a clash that would decide more than just victory. It would determine pride.
Divya stood at the centre, her twin chakrams still humming faintly from her earlier display. She had been ready to fight, knowing full well the cost. But then—
Kaal approached.
His crimson eyes locked onto hers, his voice low but carrying the weight of absolute certainty.
"I will face Kevin first." A pause. "If you disagree, I'll fight you instead."
The unspoken threat hung between them.
'She knows,' Kaal thought. 'In the second round, I could kill her. She's no match for me, not after I awakened Blood Manipulation. I need a real fight. Kevin is a perfect opponent.'
