The silent confrontation stretched, strained as a bowstring, neither side willing to yield.
Tension rippled across the hall like waves on a stormy sea. No one moved. No one dared to breathe too loudly. The air had grown thick—so thick it felt as though time itself had slowed.
Just as the hawk-eyed man thought Damien might buckle beneath the crushing pressure, his heart skipped a beat.
And why wouldn't he?
After all, Damien's opponent wasn't some upstart warrior or inflated noble—he was a being that belonged to the legends of this world.
A Channel Forging Realm expert.
Someone who had crossed the boundary that separated mortals from the extraordinary. Someone who could weave mana as if it were silk, bending it to their will like a craftsman shaping clay.
