Atticus watched as Aric’s battered arm healed as quickly as it had formed.
"You okay?" Atticus asked.
"Lucky shot." There was a frown on Aric’s face. He had been caught off guard by the sudden power boost of the twin.
Another streak of light tore into the area and landed beside the High Marshal in a force that shattered the ground. Atticus’s eyes landed on the twin of the man he had just killed, identical, down to the bald head.
He was more battered than Aric, spotting crimson blood around him. Atticus held back a smile. The berserker must have given him a run for his money.
"You killed him," the twin spat, looking at Atticus with pure hate. He had felt his twin’s death, and he looked every bit ready to tear Atticus apart.
"Enough."
High Marshal Dronvet’s cold words stopped the twin, who had been about to move.
"Atticus will be my opponent. I will grant Kelasinus the revenge he deserves."
The twin clenched his teeth and stepped back after a second.
"I will hope the rest of you can take care of the other."
The others turned their cold gazes onto Aric.
"Yes, High Marshal!"
As their voices echoed in unison, the tension in the area spiked.
Everyone locked eyes with their opponents, and a palpable silence descended upon the area.
God vs gods. Champions vs champions.
The silence shattered. The first two to move were the gods.
All the champions heard was the sound of air tearing, followed by a collision that threatened to rupture their eardrums.
A shockwave of roaring proportions blasted outwards, slamming against the champions and sending them hurtling away at fast speed.
They regained their momentum after a second and shot their gazes toward the beacon site, only for their hearts to freeze.
It was as though two titans had just clashed.
A wave of burning crimson clashed with ash grey, sending out waves of heavy force that flattened the terrain for miles.
The champions of Surnix Hold couldn’t hide their shock. They could see it. In the clash, neither of them was giving an inch! There was only one conclusion, they were evenly matched!?
How the hell was that possible?
The sight of a crimson streak raging toward them snapped them out of their reverie, and their gazes turned to see the berserker man screaming toward them. Their expressions darkened.
"We fight together and kill him quickly. We have to be ready to support the High Marshal if need be."
Korosim took charge, and the rest nodded. They turned into streaks of light that shot toward Aric with fast speed.
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