Kai had spent the last two days pushing his body to its limits. He wasn't focused on raising undead or summoning his army. This was different. He trained purely in internal magic, drawing out every drop of potential from wind, fire, and strengthening magics. He layered thin barriers over his skin, practically invisible, ready to absorb impact without signaling a spell cast. This was layered on top of the automatic ones placed by the new sigil carved into his skin.
Every movement, every breath, was honed toward one purpose for two days.
Winning.
He had no intention of showing the world what he really was.
Not yet.
The Arena of Kings was not a place for undead and necromancers. The rules stated as much.
It was for warriors.
Champions.
Heroes.
If he was to rise here, he'd have to do it with blade, grit, and raw, unrivalled power.
