The moon cast long, eerie shadows across the Steele training field as Alaric faced Lilliana Valtor and her five colossal elemental thrones. The sheer power radiating from her constructs was immense, easily capable of leveling a small town. An ordinary Grandmaster would have been paralyzed by fear, or already ashes.
Alaric, however, felt a thrill coursing through him. His ruby eyes burned with an almost feral light. The Azure Spirit Lion Beast Essence, which he had kept partially suppressed, now flared to its full glory. A magnificent, ethereal lion wreathed in azure flames and crackling wind seemed to superimpose itself over his form. His mana reserves surged, his senses sharpened to an almost painful degree, and a potent spiritual pressure, tinged with the wild majesty of the beast soul, emanated from him.
