As Sunny finalized the new talents for his realm-keeper of the realm of advancement, Nexus, his attention was drawn back to the grand spectacle unfolding in the arena below.
His gaze settled on a figure of a dragon born, standing in an upright and magestical pose, he was Thalorax, the leader of the Dragonborn, standing before the gray Pillar of Might.
There was no grand display, no roar to the heavens. Thalorax simply stepped forward and threw a single, casual punch.
The sound was not as sharp as others, but a deep, resonant BOOM, like the arena itself had just been struck by a giant hammer.
A visible shockwave of darconic force erupted from the point of impact, washing over the audience and causing the very air to tremble.
The pillar, a monolith of cosmic stone designed to withstand immense force, didn't just shake; it groaned, a deep, pained sound from its very core.
