The arena had become a place of chaos. The tremors that had erupted when Juliana unleashed her power left the once-pristine grounds cracked and smoking. Spectators scattered, many too overwhelmed by the sheer force of her energy to stand their ground.
But amidst the chaos, Juliana stood tall. Her glowing eyes flickered with fiery determination, her chest rising and falling as she tried to steady herself. The power coursing through her veins was both exhilarating and terrifying, and it took every ounce of her will to keep it under control.
Hak stood beside her, bloodied and battered but unbroken. His gaze never left hers, a silent promise etched in his expression: You don't have to face this alone.
The King's Fury
Across the arena, the King struggled to his feet. His once-pristine armor
