The four bloodline chains coming down from the sacred clan platforms slowed for the smallest instant, not because the leaders of the Four Sacred Clans were scared, but because the pressure coming off Max had changed.
Up until now, he'd only resisted. He'd cut, dodged, countered, and broken through their seals with the Dimensional Keeper legacy, the Tier 4 Primordial Bloodline, the five Divine Veins, and Dragonheart.
But the aura spreading from him now no longer belonged to someone simply defending himself.
It belonged to someone who'd decided to stop holding back.
Max's eyes swept across the four clan leaders standing high above the arena. Valerius. Ashbourne. Ravenhart. Evercrest.
All four looked at him with cold recognition and hostility. They weren't treating him as the champion of the Cosmic Ascension Conference anymore, or as a Primordial inheritor, or as Rose's representative. In their eyes, something older had woken up the moment the abandoned end of the arena lit up.
