Conall panted heavily as he looked at the young man in front of him who was already on his knees, coughing out blood.
At first, he thought that everything he had just seen was an illusion.
But his broken nose was enough evidence that what transpired in those brief moments was very real.
The last thing he remembered was Ethan roaring, and with it, the heavens roared with him.
Countless lightning bolts had descended upon him, illuminating the entire world in white.
However, before those countless lightning bolts could hit his body, the world around him shattered.
Conall then crashed into the arena, still bracing himself for the heavenly tribulation that didn’t come.
After realizing that he was back in the arena, he stared at the young man in front of him with a wary gaze.
The images of what transpired earlier were still vivid in his memory.