The street buzzed with anticipation as the makeshift battle circle formed. On one side stood Leon, exuding an aura of effortless confidence, his golden eyes gleaming with excitement. Opposite him was Garron Ironhide, a veteran warrior of Titan's Wrath, his massive frame clad in enchanted plate armor. His sheer presence radiated dominance, his fists wrapped in gauntlets designed to shatter steel.
The recruiters from Obsidian Fang, Eclipse Covenant, and other top guilds watched closely, their expressions a mix of curiosity and caution.
Garron cracked his knuckles, smirking. "I hope you're ready, boy. I don't hold back."
Leon grinned, rolling his shoulders. "Good. It's been a while since I've had a warm-up."