"All of you can only see one."
Zylus did not raise his voice when he said it. He did not point. He did not mock. The words left him softly, almost like a thought that slipped out by accident. Yet to him, they carried weight.
The blood he had spat earlier trembled on the ground. Thin dark stains between cracks in the arena floor. Slowly, carefully, it lifted. Just a little. Not enough to draw attention. Not enough to look unnatural. It was subtle, like steam rising from warm stone.
To Zylus, it was clear. To everyone else, it was nothing.
The crowd kept roaring. Coins clinked. Laughter rolled through the stands. They saw a masked fighter standing still after getting beaten down, staring at the empty air.
Zarek narrowed his eyes."You finally lost it?" he asked.
Zylus didn't answer immediately. His focus wasn't on Zarek. It was in the space in front of him, where black translucent screens hovered quietly.
[Human System]
[Status: Active]
[Elemental Affinity: Blood Oath]
