The tension in the arena grew palpable as Gunther Grent, spear firmly in hand, smirked with renewed confidence. The air around him shimmered as his mana surged, bathing the arena in an ethereal golden glow. The oppressive weight of his power became undeniable, and the crowd murmured in awe.
Gunther, his voice steady and commanding. "You've done well to last this long, Stark. But now, let me show you the true brilliance of the Grent family's legacy—Willowing Light!"
Gunther twirled his spear, and radiant beams of light erupted around him, forming a swirling maelstrom of golden energy. The oppressive aura pressed down on Charlotte like an invisible weight, forcing her to her knees. Her shield trembled in her grip, the runes on its surface dimming under the overwhelming force.