Though he was unarmed, his aura exuded danger, and his icy, stoic demeanor was unmistakable. Every contender ceased their combat and turned their attention to this enigmatic intruder, curious about his identity and intentions.
As the boy drew nearer, his presence grew even more imposing, his aura radiating a power that felt almost otherworldly. It wasn't due to an overwhelming surge of mana; instead, there was an eerie absence of it. Yet, the thumping hearts of the onlookers bore witness to the unease settling in their chests. They knew he sought the same prize they did, and underestimating him was not an option.
Some brave souls attempted to assail him with spells, but he effortlessly evaded their attacks as though they were mere annoyances. He continued to advance, devoid of weaponry or charged spells, an unstoppable force that seemed beyond reach.