"I will win this tournament—and I will treat you fairly."
If Freya had felt anger before at being looked down upon, it was nothing compared to the pure fury that now surged within her. The moment the Legendary Viking, Alrock, gazed at her as nothing more than a prize—a trophy to be claimed—her heart ignited with unrelenting killing intent.
Her aura flared like an inferno, energy bursting from her body in golden waves as the Sun Armor activated, amplifying her physical prowess to extraordinary levels. In a single, fluid motion, she raised her mace high above her head, her voice cold as winter steel.
"Die with honor, Legend."
Alrock sneered, his lips curling in a confident smirk. His energy surged outward, creating a vast ocean of Force that reinforced both his body and his armor. His entire form radiated with the might of a true Legend.
