Darin's world was gone.
No pain. No exhaustion. No struggling muscles or aching lungs.
Just darkness.
And then—
A chuckle. Low, smooth, brimming with malice.
"Ah… finally."
Darin felt something shift. His body—no, his very being, tilted. As if his own existence was being moved aside.
"You did well, little knight. But let me show you… how true power is wielded."
The darkness shattered.
And Darin was no longer the one standing.
The Battlefield Changes
The arena trembled.
The air became thick, suffocating.
A pulse of sheer force rippled outward from Darin's body, sending waves of dust spiraling into the sky. The temperature dropped instantly, an unnatural chill washing over the battlefield.
The crowd, which had been roaring with excitement, fell deathly silent.
Something was wrong.
Darin, no, the Overlord—slowly lifted his head.
His wounds? Sealed.
His posture? Effortless.
His aura? Unfathomable.
