"…Okay then," Alix says softly. "Give me your bow."
Velira's head jerks up. Her expression twists in confusion.
"What…?"
"I said give me your bow," Alix repeats gently.
There's no arrogance in his tone. No drama.
Just… certainty.
She hesitates. Her fingers tighten around the bow in her lap.
Then slowly—still breathing hard, still bleeding—she reaches out and hands it to him.
The moment Alix's hand touches the wood—
FWOOOOOM.
The entire arena lurches.
A massive shockwave of pressure bursts outward from Alix's body—not from his mana, but from the bow itself.
It flares to life in his grip.
The carved ancient grain pulses like it's alive, and the runes etched across it glow with a fierce, radiant silver. The faint starlight energy—previously dormant—is now roaring like wildfire.
The camera orb zooms in.
People stand up from their seats.
"What the—?!" the announcer chokes. "Th-The bow—! It's—! I-It's never reacted like that even in Velira's hands—!"
