Essence

The aftermath of the explosion still rang in the air, a loud reminder of the clash that had just unfolded and the sheer power of the spell that had been unleashed. 

Dust and sand whipped through the air, swirling in a chaotic dance, as the crowd held their breath, eyes fixed on the arena's center, waiting for the storm to clear. 

Then, as the last of it cleared, the scene unfolded for everyone to see. 

Garu, kneeling on the ground, was a shadow of his former self. 

His body trembled, covered in cuts and bruises, his once-proud stance crumpled in defeat. It wasn't just his condition that showed his loss, but the fear etched on his face—he was too close to dying. 

Above him, Asher hovered, as calm and still as ever. The massive energy broadsword crackled with power for a moment before vanishing completely.