Suddenly, his calm tone became chillingly cold, as if long-suppressed emotions transformed into exploding torrents of icy streams surging forth.
"For this moment, I have waited far too long!"
The moment his words fell, dozens of strands of cold gleaming light suddenly shone amongst the shadows enveloping the Arena.
Dozens of Crescent Metal Scythes, charged to their peak, wrapped in rolling black mist, simultaneously emerged from the shadows, silently slashing towards the position where Ronan stood, ripping out dozens of long, silvery-white traces in the Void...
"It's over."
Not just Travis, but many of the Magic Ring Wizards watching this duel also had the same thought cross their minds.
Some people had already diverted their gaze from the Arena, beginning to gauge the increase in Travis's power after this battle, pondering the probabilities in a future confrontation...
