"…Mother…"
The word fell from Adam's lips like a dying whisper.
His entire body felt cold.
The woman in radiant white armor slowly turned her head towards him.
Her eyes seemed to pierce through his soul.
A faint wind blew across the arena, carrying with it the smell of rusted metal and old blood.
For a moment, time itself seemed to stop.
Leila's knees buckled as she collapsed to the ground, her staff clattering beside her.
"Adam… what's happening…?"
Her voice trembled like a frightened child's.
Beside her, Cael took a shaky step back.
His confident smirk was nowhere to be seen.
Sweat dripped down his temples as he clenched his sword tighter.
Kristoff raised his shield slightly, his eyes darting between Adam and the enemies ahead with confusion and fear.
Xel'Shaar stepped forward, standing silently beside Adam.
His shadows slithered around his feet as his eyes narrowed.
"I sense the power of Authorities on them…"
His deep, serious voice barely reached Adam's ears.
