A hush fell over the arena. Nox's display of power left all the spectators from every kingdom wide-eyed, their chests pounding like wild drums.
The moment the Windfall Dragon's head flew into the air, time seemed to slow. The crimson fountain of blood froze midair, glistening like rubies in the sunlight. Nox stood there, calm and indifferent, as if he had not just severed the neck of a sentient being.
The battle between Galen and Drake had been the most anticipated fight in this match, but even that clash seemed to pause for a split second. In fact, everyone who was currently engaged in combat stopped midway.
"Please, can someone explain? Who is he?"
"Have you seen him before?"
"No, but I recognize the rest of the Frostpire team. However, this is the first time I've seen this person."
