Royal Style

The Magi who'd been grinding for decades, stacking experience and honing skills until they were walking arsenals?

Malik was just a baby with a sparkler.

His foundation was shaky, barely there.

They had years of refined fighting styles and multiple abilities under their belts—three at least, maybe more.

Arts that were probably so intricate they'd make his head spin.

Malik? He had fire and a blade. That was it.

Not exactly a balanced loadout.

And yet… he wasn't sweating it too much.

If there was one thing he'd learned, one lesson Sinbad's death had drilled into him, it was this:

Power alone doesn't always win fights—strategy does.

Knowing when to strike, when to hang back, how to read an opponent, their traps, and how to make them think they've got you just to flip the script?

That was the real edge.

Power was just the icing on the very large cake.