The Grand Arena had ceased to be a place of stone and mortar. It was now a domain of death.
Alvian hovered ten meters above the ground, his form transformed. The [Vestments of the Void Monarch] had fused with his [Avatar State], turning into armor made of literal space and cold. His eyes were no longer human; they were twin novas of blue light.
[Status: Avatar of the Frost Monarch]
[Mana: Infinite]
[Cooldowns: -80%]
[Flight: Active]
The crowd was silent. The faculty in the VIP box were standing, their faces pale. The Vice-Headmaster gripped his chair until the wood splintered.
"He... he assimilated the Calamity," George whispered, tears in his eyes. "He didn't just kill it. He became it."
Down in the crater, Valeria looked up. Her golden aura flickered against the overwhelming pressure of Alvian's presence. Her left arm was useless, frozen solid. Her stamina was draining rapidly.
But she didn't drop her sword.
