The echo of the mental explosion finally dissipated into the great hall's air. Vorian came to a halt just a couple of meters from Ethan, locking his eyes on the youth who stood unharmed, holding the black sword with near-insulting ease. The faint trace of panic on the enforcer's face slowly transformed into a smirk of astonishment, which then gave way to absolute serenity.
Vorian sheathed his slender blade with a metallic click. He brought a hand to his chest and offered a deep, formal bow to Ethan—a gesture reserved for true sword masters.
"Impressive," Vorian whispered with genuine admiration. "Maintaining the balance of will without yielding against my assault... You possess a terrifying talent, kid." The legendary enforcer turned toward the grand imperial balcony, looking into the sovereign's eyes and offering a solemn nod.
