The viewers roared with anticipation.
Dust settled from the last exchange as Almina stood with her sword lowered, breathing heavily. Her uniform clung to her skin, soaked in sweat and dirt. Beside her, Brai gritted his teeth, a spec of magical spectral licking his shoulders, while Kesha's pale complexion was streaked with red particles and mana fatigue.
Across from them, unscathed and radiating a golden aura, stood Dylan.
The students in Zone 17 Academy chanted his name like a war drum, "DY-LAN! DY-LAN! DY-LAN!"
Golden arcs of energy shimmered around him, the effect of his Blessing of Restoration constantly mending his wounds. Every scratch faded as soon as it appeared.
But that wasn't the only problem.
"He activated Overdrive, didn't he?" Brai muttered, eyes narrowed.
Almina nodded grimly. "Yeah. Power boost—fifty percent. On top of that insane healing. We're being toyed with."
