A Unique Race  

"Let's attack him all together," Anos suggested, his voice firm.

"Hey, Areyos, stop showing off and transform already, we've seen you do it before!" Zayren snapped, annoyed.

"Quiet, I'm thinking," Areyos shot back sharply. "Even transformed, we can't just attack randomly. He's a living legend. If he wants, he could wipe us all out without breaking a sweat."

"So, got a plan?" Kaiser asked, impatient.

"Not yet, but for now, focus on defense," Areyos replied. The air suddenly grew cold, a freezing wind sweeping the arena. A light blue aura, cold as ice, wrapped around Areyos. Winding blue marks appeared on his arm, climbing up to his cheek. His eyes turned silver-white, glowing faintly like moons, with a black dot in the center. His hair darkened to a deep blue night shade.

"What's that transformation!?" Diana exclaimed, puzzled, leaning forward.

"It's unique to Areyos's race," Miller explained. "He's the son of Athlana Orionis, after all."