Moon'ss eyes drifted across the arena.
His gaze landed where Emma's had already gone.
Alaric and Ace were still locked in their exchange at the arena's center. Their fight had scoured a perfect circle of destruction around them, every piece of rubble within a fifty-meter radius pulverized into finer rubble by the residual force of their strikes.
Golden light and pale silver clashed against each other in flashes bright enough to make even Awakener eyes water at this distance. Neither fighter had gained meaningful ground. Both were still holding the exchange at a tempo that would have shredded anyone else on the battlefield.
Moon watched them for a long moment.
'Even at Surpasser tier, I can't intervene there.'
The realization was uncomfortable, but it was honest. Alaric wasn't just a Surpasser. He was one of the strongest Surpassers. Ace was also the same, clearly matching Alaric's power without any visible trouble.
