The cyan light around Selene did not explode outward.
But instead, it slowly started condensing itself.
The water mana that had been flowing loosely along her blade suddenly tightened, becoming clearer and more refined with every passing second.
Her breathing slowed.
Her stance adjusted on its own, small corrections that no one had taught her in words yet somehow settled into place as if she had always known them.
The entire arena felt the change.
In the stands, the earlier noise of the continuous blade exchanges died into a stunned, rising murmur.
"What is happening to her?"
"That aura… It's stabilizing too fast."
"She's having an epiphany in the middle of a match?!"
The reactions in the VIP section were sharper and far more pointed.
Several high-ranking nobles had already risen from their seats. One older duke stared at the platform with open disbelief.
"That boy… he was guiding her the entire time."
A countess beside him spoke in a tight voice.
