"Are you ready now?", Pavlor called out, standing on the opposite side of the courtyard to Milo.
Milo rolled his eyes, the sense of déjà vu that flooded his mind pulled him back to his early years when this bout took place in the Van Belched main house. He didn't really want to fight against Pavlor, even as a spar, mainly due to the fact he hadn't had the chance to properly test out the limitations of this new power he possessed.
Yes, he had called upon the soul trapped inside of the daggers. However, he didn't know how to actually control this much mana at once … meaning he also wasn't sure how to hold back.
Milo's eyes widened as he watched Pavlor dash forward, the world appeared to slow as he closed his eyes. The cheers from the onlookers, the smoke that filled the air and the crisp breeze washing over his skin, all of it became so eerily still he could make out each and every particle in the world.
'Imagine it'