"[Fearless Sprint]!"
A furious roar tore through the air, and the void shuddered violently.
The phantom white palace shook. The Two-Winged Unicorn raised its head and neighed, its sound waves visibly distorting the surrounding air as its wings whipped up a platinum storm.
Dazzling radiance poured from every pore in Gale's body. Countless defensive runes raced across his magnificent knight's armor like activated circuits.
Dense white light rapidly compressed before him, instantly condensing into a half-translucent round shield that seemed capable of stopping anything.
The next instant, Dago's fist arrived.
There was no elaborate trajectory, only the aesthetics of violence distilled to their purest form.
The moment his fist met the shield, time seemed to freeze for a microsecond.
Boom!
The combat platform groaned under the unbearable strain.
It was as though a meteor burning with white flames had crashed down, intent on destroying everything.
The hard, magically enhanced stone floor cracked instantly. Spiderweb fissures raced outward, and more than half the combat platform was pulverized by that single blow.
Dust rose in a mushroom cloud, obscuring everyone's vision.
Only the savage air currents continued to rage, hurling rubble into the surrounding protective barrier and stirring rings of blue ripples.
At the center of the storm, Dago stood quietly.
His face was expressionless, and even the rhythm of his breathing remained unchanged. He merely raised his right hand slowly and touched his forehead with his index finger.
Deep within his mind, the shrieks brought on by Psychic Dawn churned through his nerves like steel needles.
It was an assault that struck directly at the soul.
A battle between wizards was never merely a collision of bodies. It was also a deadly struggle between minds and wills.
Yet he simply crushed that disturbance with icy indifference, as though squashing an insect