Commander Octavius Drexel of the Nubia Kingdom steps off his horse, shaking hands with General Setka and greeting everyone else. "I guess it's time for me to set things up as planned."

Drexel snaps his fingers, calling upon his Chronotex power, "Illusion." As he snaps his fingers, a coliseum the size of the previously empty half of the field starts to appear from thin air, building up from the ground. The coliseum's exterior is a breathtaking structure of intricate design and imposing grandeur.

The coliseum's massive walls are constructed from carefully hewn bricks, giving it a sturdy yet aesthetically pleasing appearance. The outer façade is adorned with a series of arched openings arranged in tiers, each arch supported by elegant columns. These arches create a rhythmic pattern around the entire circumference.

Everyone was choked my his power Henu questioned "how stable is this"

Drexel replied smiling I can create multiple illusions unless I m asleep or knocked unconscious this colosseum wont fall.

As the people and participants of the competition made their way into the colossal arena, the atmosphere buzzed with anticipation. Food vendors, eager to sell their goods, weaved through the crowd, their voices rising above the chatter as they called out offers of fresh nuts, fruits, and cold drinks. The crowd's energy was palpable, a mixture of excitement and curiosity about the battles that were soon to unfold.

Commander Octavius Drexel, having received a map and detailed instructions from Setka and Menes, had brought the colosseum to life with a mere snap of his fingers. Menes, now standing on the top floor of the arena, looked down at the vast, flat battlefield with a sense of disbelief. "Did he really build this from the notes we gave him? That’s unbelievable," Menes muttered, still in awe of the grand structure.

The colosseum itself was a masterpiece, a blend of architectural brilliance and magical craftsmanship. Two balconies, separated by wide stairs, overlooked the battlefield below, each designated for the participants of both kingdoms to sit in. The balconies provided an excellent vantage point, ensuring that every move on the battlefield would be witnessed by those seated above.

Lieutenant Eboke Adom, standing on one of these balconies, waved his hand and called out, "Commander Menes, your soldiers and you should start making your way to your respective seating over there," pointing to the balcony directly across from his own, with the battlefield lying between them.

"Thank you!" Kamil shouted back, waving his hand in acknowledgment.

Soon, everyone was seated. Soldiers with their families from both kingdoms surrounded the colosseum, the excitement in the air only growing as they settled into their places. Among the crowd, however, were not just allies but also enemies—members of various organizations who had infiltrated the event, eager to assess the strength and powers that the two kingdoms held.

At the very top of the colosseum, tucked away in a luxurious room with an open view of the battlefield, sat the Pharaoh of Nubia and the Queen of Thebes. Servants moved about quietly, offering trays of exotic foods and drinks as the royals observed the proceedings below with interest.

Old Man Jules, with his familiar authoritative presence, stepped out onto the balcony of the Royal Army. His voice boomed across the colosseum as he announced, "The first fight of the day will showcase the strength of the leaders of both kingdoms! Welcome the first fighters—General Setka of the Royal Army and General Amon Khaldun of the Nubia Kingdom!"

The crowd erupted into cheers, the sound reverberating off the walls of the colosseum. The anticipation was thick as all eyes turned to the battlefield, waiting for the clash of these titans.

This tale has been unlawfully lifted without the author's consent. Report any appearances on Amazon.

Within their group, Kamil turned to Commander Menes and asked, "Who do you think will win, Commander?"

Menes exchanged a knowing glance with Henu. "Setka has speed and strength," Menes began, "but his opponent, Amon Khaldun, possesses a power that may serve as an unorthodox counter—Kinetic Dominion. It allows him to manipulate and harness kinetic energy for enhanced strength and devastating attacks. Setka certainly has his work cut out for him; he’ll need every ounce of his power to overcome Amon’s unique abilities."

Henu nodded in agreement, his eyes locked on the battlefield. The stage was set for an epic showdown, and the outcome was anyone's guess.

General Setka and General Amon Khaldun stood face to face, their swords gleaming with the promise of battle. Setka, adorned in his signature silver and gold chivalrous armor, contrasted sharply with Amon’s menacing black armor. Each general held a weapon forged from the strongest materials known to their kingdoms.

Old Man Jules, with a grand gesture, signaled the beginning of the fight.

Setka wasted no time, using his lightning speed to launch the first strike. But Amon, with a deft movement, deflected the blow with the edge of his sword.

Kamil, watching intently, couldn't believe what he had just witnessed. "How did he manage to deflect that?" he questioned.

Menes, ever the tactician, provided insight. "Amon likely tapped into Dark Energy to sense the attack. The first level of Dark Energy is all about sensory awareness—like an invisible shield. Some, like Jack, use their Chronotex for similar purposes without Dark Energy. But mastering that first level can be invaluable."

Setka, momentarily retreating, noticed something peculiar. The edge of Amon's sword had cracked, as if glass had shattered. But as soon as the crack appeared, it emitted a strange glow and repaired itself.

"What was that?" Setka muttered, perplexed. Determined to press on, he unleashed a flurry of sword strikes. With each clash, the points of contact on Amon’s sword began to glow. Amon, sensing Setka’s confusion, smirked. "The Royal Army assumes I can only store kinetic energy within myself, absorbing hits. But I’ve evolved—I now channel that energy into objects I touch, like my sword."

Setka’s eyes widened in disbelief as he stepped back, sweat dripping from his brow. The intensity of the battle was rising.

"There’s no way he’s expanded his power. He’s evolved it," Kamil said, his voice tinged with worry.

Yune, ever the philosopher, added, "A Chronotex is more than just a tool—it’s a soul. When it resonates perfectly with its user, evolution becomes possible."

Ramon, however, voiced a more pressing concern. "That could mean our intelligence on our enemies is outdated. If they’ve evolved their powers, we’re at a disadvantage."

The group turned to Ramon, stunned by his insight. Flustered, he stammered, "Oh, did I say something wrong? I take it back."

Jack, smiling, responded, "No, Ramon. You said something smart for once. You’re right."

Ramon blinked, unsure. "Really? I’m right?"

Back in the arena, Amon laughed, sensing the tide of battle turning in his Favor. "Now, it’s my turn!" he declared.

The air filled with a rhythmic thumping, akin to the chugging of a steam engine or the hiss of hydraulics—taching taching taching.

Amon raised his hand, summoning his energy. "Kinetic Punch!" he roared. With a swift motion, he punched the air, sending a gust of wind so powerful and cold that it hurled Setka across the battlefield, slamming him into the wall. The impact tore pieces of his Armor away, scattering them like leaves in a storm.

Before the deadly wind could reach the spectators, Drexel quickly conjured a protective wall, redirecting the force upwards into the sky, where it harmlessly dissipated.

"No! General Setka!" Ramon shouted, his voice filled with panic. But as he looked to Menes and Henu Safir, he noticed their calm demeanour, their subtle smirks as if they anticipated what was coming next.

As the dust settled around Setka, he struggled to his feet, coughing up blood. Despite his injuries, he managed to smile. "You really dealt some damage, didn’t you, Amon? But now it’s my turn."

Setka’s eyes began to glow with a crystalline white light, mimicking the texture and hue of his Chronotex. Even through the thick dust, the eerie glow was unmistakable.

Amon, focusing on Setka’s position, was suddenly blindsided. In the blink of an eye, a cloud of dust enveloped him, obscuring his vision. When the dust cleared, Setka’s glowing eyes were no longer where Amon expected—they were behind him, still at a distance, but unnervingly close.

Amon, feeling the pressure, summoned the last of his kinetic energy to disperse the dust cloud.

Menes, watching from above, remarked with a knowing smile, "Setka may have taken some hits, but this is the same Setka we’ve sparred with in the past. When he gets serious, he becomes a different beast. It’s not just his Chronotex that’s evolved—he has, as a human being."

Amon, now visibly shaken, reached for his sword. But before he could grasp it, he found it missing. Setka’s voice echoed ominously behind him, "Looking for your sword? It’s right here." Setka’s eyes glowed even brighter as he prepared to unleash his counterattack. "Now it’s my turn..."