Darin had exactly one second to decide.
And in that one second, his survival instincts screamed at him.
Varian was faster, stronger, and more experienced. There was no way he could win this on skill alone.
Which meant—
He needed every advantage he could get.
The Overlord hummed in satisfaction.
"Ah. You're finally listening."
Darin inhaled sharply. "Fine."
A pulse of something dark and powerful rippled through his veins.
His vision sharpened.
His grip on the warhammer steadied.
And for the first time since he woke up—he wasn't afraid.
Varian's expression darkened. "What did you just do?"
Darin smirked. "Wouldn't you like to know?"
The audience erupted in excitement.
The scribe wrote even faster.
"The Overlord smirks, his aura shifting. A sinister power awakens"
'…'
'…'
Meanwhile, both steve and grumble dissapeard for some reason (definitely did not roach out).
Varian had no patience left. He lunged forward, and the fight began.
Varian swung first.
