"Fuuh... haaa..."
Four battles later, I stood in the recovery area adjacent to the arena, my body covered in fresh wounds from the last opponent.
He was some kind of crystalline golem that had nearly crushed me before I'd found a way to shatter its core.
"...Fucking hell," I groaned slighly.
Four victories.
Four opponents who had pushed me to my absolute limits in different ways.
A wind elemental that could disperse and reform at will, requiring me to freeze the entire arena to trap it.
A warrior wielding twin hammers with the Authority of Gravity, who'd nearly compressed me into paste before I'd managed to get close enough to land a killing blow.
A shapeshifter with the Authority of Mirrors who'd created dozens of perfect copies, forcing me to destroy them all simultaneously.
And finally, the crystalline golem whose durability had tested every technique I possessed.
Like what the fuck!
