Grand Sanctuary of GreatnessTwilightOasis had not left the noble gallery.While the entertainment below continued and the crowd roared in waves that rose and fell like a living tide,he remained seated among the nobles, his presence calm, almost casual, as though he were merely an observer rather than one of the finalists awaiting the climax of the tournament.From here, the entire arena could be seen—an ocean of seats descending toward the vast battlefield below, where performers displayed their arts.Oasis sat with his retainers nearby, their postures disciplined yet relaxed, eyes alert but not tense.Beside him, Delvan leaned close, speaking animatedly, his voice low but continuous.“…and then did you see how he tried to pivot? That stance was completely off,” Delvan whispered, barely containing his excitement.“Brother, if he shifted his weight just a fraction earlier—”Oasis nodded occasionally, offering brief responses, sometimes a faint smile, sometimes a single word.Delvan,

Few hours later.Kingdom of DuskreedBrivana Royal Region — Royal City of OmaraThe night skies above Omara were ignited with countless stars, a vast silver tapestry stretched across the heavens, unmarred by the presence of the moon.Its absence made the starlight sharper, colder, as if each point of light were a watching eye.A night breeze whispered through the grand avenues of the city, carrying with it a faint chill that brushed against skin like a warning rather than comfort.Omara was immense—an imperial city worthy of ruling a kingdom.From its outer districts to the royal heart, the city burned with light.Lanterns lined every road and bridge, their warm golden glow reflecting off polished stone streets and towering white walls etched with sigils.High-grade mana lamps hovered at intervals above major crossings, humming softly, their cores fed by refined mana stones.The air itself felt dense, saturated with wealth and power, as though massive layers of gold, spirit crystals,

“Then let’s see,” Oasis said, his smile widening just a fraction, sharp and playful at once.“How you dance.”Shhhhk—!!!He extended his fingers just a fraction.That single, almost lazy motion was enough, the cyan strings surged forward.They pierced through the air without sound at first, so thin they were almost invisible, then screamed as they accelerated, bending space around them.Lines of condensed cyan mana shot outward in erratic yet deliberate trajectories, twisting and splitting mid-flight, their edges vibrating with a lethal sharpness that made the air itself recoil.They were not simple projectiles.They were execution threads.Elanor’s pupils constricted.“Mmh,”she muttered softly as her perception caught the incoming attack—moving at blinding speed, angles overlapping,paths shifting as Oasis’s delicate control altered their forms in real time.Her feet moved.She began gliding backward.There was no forceful retreat, no wasted motion.With masterful fluidity, as if gr

The spell erupted.A massive shockwave of emerald wind slashes exploded outward from Oasis, howling like an ancient storm unchained.Countless crescent-shaped blades of compressed wind tore through the air, overlapping, stacking, multiplying—each one sharp enough to shear mountains, each one roaring with murderous intent as they hailed straight toward Elanor.Elanor stood firm, her umbrella rotating before her as she poured every ounce of her crimson martial aura into it.BOOOOOOM!!!!!!!The collision was catastrophic.The emerald storm slammed into her defenses and the entire Grand Sanctuary of Greatness shook as if struck by a god’s fist.The ground before Oasis didn’t merely crack—it was ripped apart, slabs of enchanted stone uprooted wholesale.The battlefield’s surface was shredded into fragments, pulverized into dust and jagged debris that were hurled violently toward the barrier walls.The air turned opaque.Dust, shattered stone, torn formations, and violently clashing martia

With each step Oasis took, his energy continued to rise.At first it was subtle—an increase in pressure, a tightening of the air—but within moments it became impossible to ignore.The air around him heated violently.His robes began to darken in patches, the fabric hissing and curling inward as cyan flames licked across it.Threads blackened, then disintegrated into glowing ash.His boots were next—first smoking, then burning away completely, leaving his bare feet resting against the cracked stone as if the heat meant nothing to him.The temperature spiked violently.Higher.Higher still.The entire Grand Sanctuary of Greatness began to brighten, not from flame, but from cyan radiance.Walls, pillars, and barrier surfaces reflected that color back upon themselves,layering light upon light until the vast arena looked as though it had been submerged in a luminous sea of blue fire.It was beautiful.And it was terrifying.Across from him, Elanor did not hesitate.In response, she unleas