Rewards Beneath the Storm
"Since he's targeting me, I'll handle it and won't let you get involved."
Julian D'Aurelius's calm voice echoed through the battered martial arts hall.
The night wind swept across the shattered arena, carrying with it the heavy scent of blood, medicine, and broken stone. Torn banners fluttered weakly in the cold air while injured Old Martial Arts experts sat scattered across the ground, many still pale from their near-death injuries.
Yet when they looked at Julian now, their eyes no longer held suspicion.
Only respect remained.
After healing everyone, Julian promised loudly.
His black hair swayed slightly in the night breeze, golden eyes calm and unwavering beneath the flickering lights overhead. Even after facing Evan, Lucas, and now that terrifying masked expert called Steffan, he still stood there without panic.
As if nothing in this world could truly shake him.
