It was a new day, and as had become the custom, the morning was inaugurated by the sound of thunderous detonations.
This time, only Eric, Icard, and Alia remained standing in the sparring circle.
[Third Floor Access Confirmed]
[Skill Activation: Blue-white Edge]
'Another skill? Just how many has he tucked away?' Katar wondered, his feline eyes narrowing as Icard lunged.
A frigid, blue-white aura shimmered along the edges of Icard's silhouette like a coat of frost.
He moved in for close-quarters combat, his hands held rigid and flat in a lethal chopping stance.
He brought a hand down in a blurring strike, but Katar vanished in a flicker of static, his body pulsing with a rhythmic electrical hum.
Simultaneously, Eric closed the gap, his fists roaring with flame.
Clamping his hands together, Eric swung them down with the force of a falling sledgehammer.
Katar bolted, the fiery impact shattering the ground where he had stood a microsecond before.
