The void arc tore through the air and left the field scarred.
When Daemar reappeared above the destroyed line of earth, he did not descend immediately. His breathing had deepened, controlled but no longer effortless. Below him, Noel steadied his stance, Revenant Fang angled low, shoulders rising and falling in measured rhythm. The distance between them felt thinner now, stripped of testing restraint.
Daemar's gaze sharpened.
The air shifted.
Gravity did not spike in pulses this time. It pressed down everywhere at once.
The ground groaned under a full suppression field as invisible weight bore down across the entire training ground. Dust flattened. Loose debris crushed into stone. The atmosphere thickened until movement itself felt taxed.
