The air in the Rank 15 arena felt… warped.
Not heavier. Not darker. Just off.
Every step Leon took echoed too long, as though time itself hesitated to let go. The audience—Obsidian Ants, Elder Monks, and even a few watching from distant scrying mirrors—sat in reverent silence. This floor wasn't about brute force. It was a place of precision, of skill that unraveled moments like silk threads.
The announcer's voice didn't boom this time. It whispered—an eerie hush that brushed across the soul.
"Rank 15 Champion… Yel'Zura the Chronofract."
Across the obsidian battlefield stood a slender figure, cloaked in silver-dappled armor. Yel'Zura didn't move. Her presence alone bent the light around her, and the second hand of time seemed to tick slower in her wake.
