163 You have no honor

Black and white suns shone in the sky, bringing about an abnormal light. Grains of sand in certain locations appeared white, in others a deep grey, almost black, as if it had lost its luster. 

Behir Lamat, the moderator of the sixth floor, stood on black sand, watching from atop the canyon edge the sacred event unfold. Unaffected by the rise in temperature.

Finally, the fight between the two opponents he wanted to see was about to begin. 

He had been and still was curious about the black challenger's strength. Well, he theorized it could be due to that particular skill that made his skin glow red. Behir had noticed it before it disappeared a few moments ago, after the black challenger entered the fortress.

Thanks to his domain, the moderator could feel that this Aito Walker was an ascender, yet not entirely. 

There was that huge mana reservoir no challengers could possibly have, almost equal to that of an ascender, but fell a bit short.