Kael was top ten leader board material, but he wasn't one of the strongest ten in the tournament. Several competitors in the bracket sat above him on raw power.
For Kael to commit to this level of aggression, his target had to be someone really powerful or aggressive. Someone whose pillar was a direct threat to him, or someone Kael had reason to dislike personally.
After casting the barrage of powerful pyro strikes, Kael stopped attacking. Taking a moment to take a breather and let his mana recover a little.
He had cast an epic-rank offensive skills several times within a minute, and that was exhausting.
The smoke didn't linger, slowly drifting away.
Across the grid, Moon squinted his eyes, trying to make out the figure on the opposing pillar.
A silhouette emerged through the haze.
Standing tall, with arms folded loosely across the chest. Not even bothering to take a defensive stance.
Kael's eyes widened in shock.
