The moment the spell activated, a thick pulse of dark mana surged forward and struck Uga square in the face. His charging momentum halted—not because of pain, but confusion.
Michael's breathing was sharp now. He didn't waste a second. As Uga's head turned left, then right, Michael knew the curse had worked.
Uga was blind.
Temporarily.
But it was enough.
Or so he thought.
Michael didn't approach. He wasn't stupid. Uga's raw power was on a completely different level now.
Instead, he darted sideways, weaving around the edge of the arena.
And yet—
Even blinded, Uga still fought like a beast.
He sniffed the air. Tilted his head.
Then turned straight toward Michael's position.
Michael cursed under his breath. "You've got to be kidding me."
Uga's body tensed.
Then he charged.
Not recklessly—instinctively.
