The air stood still.
The moment Kent gripped his scepter, the entire coliseum froze.
And then—
BOOM!
The world exploded into chaos.
Kent moved like a god among mortals.
He twirled his scepter once—a simple, effortless motion—
And reality warped.
Dozens of advanced spells hurtled toward Kaelen—
At thrice the speed of what should have been humanly possible.
A storm of fire, lightning, wind, and raw mana energy spiraled toward him like a raging tsunami.
The audience gasped.
This speed—this insanity—
'Am pretty sure no one in history had ever wielded magic like this at his age.' Marel cried out in disbelief as soon as he witnessed what Kent just pulled, but Castenada didn't respond to him as his eyes were glued on the arena with his hands still clenched.
But despite the predicament he is currently in—
Kaelen didn't move.
His eyes were closed.
His grip on the Blade of Eternity was firm—
Yet relaxed.
He stood in the center of devastation.
Unshaken.
