Alex leaned forward, eyes wide as smoke curled off the battlefield below.
His heart thumped loudly in his ears.
Whatever just happened... it wasn't a simple block.
A skeletal hand had caught Brakka's spiked mace, and the aura now emanating from Sylen was shifting the entire arena's energy. Like a different person—a predator—had entered the ring.
What the hell is that? he muttered to himself.
It seemed like a summon. Something like his own ability, Summon Archfiend.
Then, from beside Alex, a deep voice grunted.
"You're seein' somethin' rare, lad."
Alex turned to find a stocky figure now beside him, arms crossed, watching the arena with solemn intensity.
Grugrim.
He had finally finished all the tinkering he was doing in the corner and joined Alex to watch the rest of the battle between the elf and the Kruckle.
Grugrim's gaze flicked to the tall, bloodied elf now shrouded in a dark aura. Then he began to speak.
