The Beginning

Something stirred. Vonn smirked at Dvion's agitation over the sudden change in the surroundings.

Standing calmly, Vonn reflected—wasn't this the perfect time for "that"?

He nodded to himself.

"Yes… but I want to defeat Dvion," he murmured.

Dvion, visibly tense, scanned the audience, checking if anyone else sensed the shift. Only a handful of fighters and keen individuals seemed to notice.

"Do you know something about this? Is this part of your plan?" Dvion's voice carried suspicion and urgency.

Vonn stayed silent.

Dvion raised his sword, its blade shimmering with a violent silver hue, pointing it directly at Vonn.

"Answer me! You're orchestrating something, aren't you?"

From afar, Diana observed the scene. She had also noticed the change in the environment. Her eyes locked onto Vonn, narrowing in scrutiny.