Hand of Ainelm

"[Soundless Wind]!"

Violet's calm voice reached Dago from afar, accompanied by a powerful surge of energy particles. Dago's eyes flashed, and he raised his sword as he charged.

"Violet still hasn't used his full strength."

"The gap between them is too great—an entire major realm. Even if Dago is a true spellcasting prodigy, he can't possibly beat Violet!"

"Why hasn't Dago used First-Level Domain Resonance yet?"

"He's afraid the fight will end the moment he does. Chances to fight a top-tier genius like Violet are rare."

The Ring of Law Wizards watched the battle and traded opinions. To them, its outcome had been decided before it began.

How long it lasted depended chiefly on Violet's grace and patience.

Once Violet ran out of patience, the fight would be over.

Everyone in and around the arena knew it.

Violet had not accepted Dago's "challenge" because Dago had defeated Chaplin. He might not even have accepted a challenge from the Thorn Ring's second-ranked genius.

He had accepted a challenge from Dago, who was only a Late First-Circle Wizard, for one reason alone: Dago had grasped First-Level Domain Resonance.

"Maybe Violet is close to First-Level Domain Resonance himself. He wants to fight a prodigy like Dago for the insight he needs to make that final breakthrough."

One Wizard's guess drew nods from many others.

But the truth soon crushed that theory.

"Enough!"

Violet's voice rang across the arena, calm with a trace of coldness. Every wind stopped in an instant.

The winds did not vanish. They hung densely around him, like bows drawn and ready to fire.

"I didn't come out of the Sky Floating Island to play this tedious game with you."

Violet fixed his gaze on the figure shrouded in blue flame. He extended his right hand, and deep cyan lines