Is it the sun that eats the dragon or the dragon that eats the sun…?
In the midst of the arena, the tension was palpable. The lights above shimmered with an almost oppressive brilliance, yet beneath that radiant façade, danger lurked.
Sun Devil was like the celestial embodiment of hawk-like precision when he notched an arrow. Standing opposite him, Silentstar felt as if the air around him had turned into a prison when faced with the marksman's arrow.
"He has locked onto me!"
But the opponent did not give him time to think, his hand moved with inhuman speed, drawing back the string in a flash that seemed to tear through the air itself.
The surrounding atmosphere rippled, a visible distortion caused by the sheer velocity of his movement. Time seemed to slow for those watching, but for Sun Devil, it was as natural as breathing—a practiced, effortless motion.
Twang!
