Chapter-81

In that critical moment, Sin's mind raced with the unwavering conviction that intervening was imperative. The immense gap in power between Varun and Eric was starkly evident, and Sin recognized that Varun's abilities surpassed Eric's by a wide margin. It was a realization that carried a heavy responsibility—a responsibility to prevent what could have been an overwhelming and catastrophic clash of powers.

With a surge of determination coursing through him, Sin swiftly activated his Accelerator Boot, propelling himself toward Eric with remarkable velocity. The world around him became a blur as he closed the distance at breakneck speed, driven by an unyielding sense of duty.

As Varun's impending attack bore down on Eric, mere moments from connecting, Sin's hand shot out, clenching Eric's collar. With an agile motion, he carried Eric into the expansive canvas of the sky. High above the ground, Sin's keen mastery of the Accelerator Boot allowed him to execute an expertly timed air dash, stabilizing their position in the firmament after a mere five seconds and starting to fall down toward the stage.

In a swift, calculated move, Sin reached out to his trusted ally, Wesley. Without the need for a lengthy explanation, Wesley grasped the urgency in Sin's voice and immediately summoned his air magic. The very atmosphere seemed to respond to Wesley's command, as a powerful gust of wind enveloped them, cradling them gently as they descended toward the ground. It was a testament to Wesley's mastery of the arcane arts, and his ability to harness and manipulate the elements to serve their purpose.

As they touched down safely on the solid earth below, Sin couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over him. There were indeed numerous other methods and abilities at his disposal for a graceful descent, but he had chosen the assistance of his air magic-wielding comrade for a reason. Sin was well aware that in the heat of competition, every advantage and every resource mattered. He preferred to keep those alternative methods up his sleeve, preserving them as valuable cards in his strategic hand, ready to be played when the stakes grew even higher.

The audience watched in awe as he and Eric returned safely to the ground. Sin's audacious act had averted an imminent catastrophe, preserving not only their integrity as competitors but also the sanctity of the tournament itself.

For the past few moments, the spectators of this mesmerizing match had been held captive by the electrifying exchange of moves between Varun and Sin's teams. The intensity of their battle had left the crowd spellbound, unable to utter even a single word as they watched in rapt attention. Every strike, every maneuver had been a crescendo of anticipation, building to a climactic moment.

Yet, as Sin's graceful landing brought him safely to the ground, a collective eruption of noise swept through the audience like a tidal wave. It was as if a spell had been broken, and the crowd could finally release the pent-up tension that had gripped them. Cheers gasps, and applause filled the arena, a symphony of emotions and reactions to the breathtaking spectacle they had just witnessed.

The dramatic contrast between the previously hushed audience and the sudden eruption of sound added another layer of intensity to the atmosphere. Sin's landing served as a brief respite, allowing everyone to catch their breath, to exchange exclamations of awe and amazement, and to process the breathtaking display of skill and strategy that had unfolded before their eyes.

At that moment, the spectators were not just passive observers but active participants in the unfolding drama, their reactions adding to the palpable energy that coursed through the arena.

"Oi oi," one enthusiastic spectator exclaimed, his voice filled with wonder, "what kind of moves are those? That brat just flew to the sky with Siuuuuu speed. How did he do that? I thought he was powerless."

His exclamation sent ripples of amazement through the audience, and another perceptive onlooker chimed in, contributing to the fervor of the moment. "I don't understand that," he admitted, his voice tinged with excitement, "However, more importantly, what kind of power does Yash Varun have? This is something I have seen for the first time."

As the crowd's collective curiosity grew, another spectator eagerly joined the conversation, his voice carrying over the rising cheers and applause. "This power feels way abnormal," he marveled, "I wonder what kind of element is it, or is it a non-elemental power?"

The atmosphere in the arena was electric, with cheers and applause erupting all around. Spectators exchanged theories and speculations about the nature of Varun and Sin's incredible abilities, their voices blending into a harmonious symphony of excitement. It was a moment of collective wonderment, where the boundaries of what was believed possible were stretched to their limits.

As the tension in the arena reached its zenith, a change came over Alan. His expression shifted into one of grave seriousness, and Ekizu, his trusted companion, mirrored this newfound gravity. It was a moment that demanded their full attention and discernment.

Intrigued by the unfolding events, Ekizu turned to Alan with a sense of urgency. "Do you recognize that energy?" he inquired, his voice laced with curiosity and concern.

Alan's response was laden with a weighty recognition. "I could never mistake those energies," he replied somberly. The memories of a past catastrophe flashed before his eyes—the energy that had once brought devastation and claimed the lives of more than half a billion residents. It was the unmistakable energy of devils, a malevolent force that had left an indelible mark on his memory. He couldn't help but wonder why this young boy, Varun, possessed such a dangerous energy.

Ekizu, his instincts sharpened by years of experience, broached the subject of action. "Should we move and confront the boy?" he asked, a hint of apprehension in his voice.

However, Alan, the voice of reason, urged caution. "Let's not be hasty," he advised. "Having devil energy doesn't necessarily make someone evil. It might simply mean their aura is overwhelmingly negative, enough to repel anything but devils. For now, we should watch the show and wait. If something truly life-threatening occurs, then we'll make our move."

Ekizu nodded in understanding, his trust in Alan's wisdom unwavering. "You're right," he concurred. "We'll be patient and observant. If the need arises, we'll act accordingly." 

In this pivotal moment, Alan and Ekizu stood as vigilant watchers, aware of the potential danger but cautious not to judge solely based on appearances. Their decision to wait and assess the situation demonstrated their wisdom and maturity in the face of uncertainty, even as the electrifying spectacle unfolded before them.