Jarkon didn't get to figure out why there is another roar because of the explosion that occurred between him and Soverick. He was thrown by the force of the explosion and the crater was expanded. Soverick was also thrown back by the explosion. He landed gracefully unlike Jarkon who was thrown about like a rag doll. He expected the explosion so he wasn't caught off guard by it.
"Not bad for an amateur." He said as he roused himself from the pain he felt.
He caused the explosion. It wasn't the explosion that hurt him. He had to sacrifice some of his divine sense to replicate Jarkon's divine ability and it hurt him a lot. The explosion is what occurs when two energy-carrying waves of vibration with the same frequency, amplitude, and wavelength but in opposite directions meet. The energy they are carrying gets released haphazardly into the environment.
His roar clashed with Jarkon's roar and created the explosion. But he didn't get away with copying the ability. His divine sense was torn by his action. It is expected since Jarkon himself was weakened by the divine ability. He has a pretender should suffer more.
He scoffed when he noticed Jarkon trying to stand up after the explosion. Then he gave chase again. Jarkon sensed him just like last time. He has become weaker than last time so he would very much like to let things take their course and accept defeat but his divine ability activated again without his control further siphoning energy from him. And again there was an explosion.
He sailed into the air helplessly. He thought it would be like last time but it wasn't. Soverick burst through the explosion and punched him hard. The punch slammed into him with a force far greater than the explosion. He was catapulted backward with a speed far faster than he could achieve on his own.
"How are you so strong?" Jarkon shouted in indignance.
It is true that Soverick is stronger than him despite the suppression. He expected it and he expected his defeat. But the strength that Soverick is showing is vastly superior to his best estimate. It shows a vast disparity between them that he doesn't understand. So he shouted in indignance. But Soverick didn't answer. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ Novᴇ(l)Fɪre .ɴᴇt
Then he stopped moving all of a sudden. He was flying through the air one moment and the next he was stationary. The sudden loss of momentum made his consciousness flip exactly like the demolished grassland has become. It took a while to come to. When he did, he saw Soverick staring at him intently.
Those four unnatural eyes were staring at him. They have golden pupils and are surrounded by a multicolored ring that shifts like a kaleidoscope. One might call them beautiful but he can't appreciate the beauty of Soverick's eyes. Only one of them is actually focused on him. The other eyes are busy with something else. It looks very weird and honestly intimidating. They make Soverick look cross eyed. But he doesn't find it funny. The intensity of the single eye is already unnerving. He would be terrified if all four of them focused on him.
The two of them are standing within a giant misshapen bowl in the ground. Their fight had shifted the soil all around them.
The child of the plane smiled at him. "Lucky you. You have barrier armor. One of the best that can be found in this entire challenge. It is complete and it also has a large supply of energy. What are the odds? I bet you stumbled upon them didn't you?"
Jarkon had a lot of things that he wanted to say as Soverick held him like a child.
He wanted to say, "You could have not killed all those people but you did. You could have not killed my brother, but you did. You could have not attended this competition but you did and now I am here. I hate you. I hate you so much."
There is so much that he blames Soverick for one of which is Soverick's decision to attend the competition. He was tasked to follow and guide the three sages when they went to convince Soverick to attend the competition. He was there when Soverick decided and said that he would participate.
Soverick was being persuaded to participate in the competition but he ultimately made the decision of his own volition and free will. He on the other hand did not attend this competition of his free will. He had to attend it once he found out that Soverick will be attending. His bloodline will not let him sit still and ignore an opportunity to safely deliver a blow to the child of the plane. So he wants to curse Soverick for the part he played in ruining his life. Unfortunately for him, his bloodline had other ideas. He was forced to say something else.
"You are not worthy of being the child of the plane and you are not worthy of the power that comes with it. I will hunt you and I will continue to hunt you till the day I die."
Jarkon's eyes can see more than Soverick's giant glow of positive Karma. He can also the potential that has been bestowed to Soverick by the plane through the title of a child of the plane. There's a power behind that title. It is not limited to infinite energy. Jarkon can tell it is a great power. He feels awe and fear for it. It is the major reason why he can never be talked into fighting Soverick for anything.
Only those that don't know the full meaning of Soverick being the representative of the plane will attack him. He knows the meaning, and yet, here he is against his will. While he feels awe and fear, his bloodline only feels disgust and righteous indignation that such a power is bestowed on someone like Soverick. He will do whatever he can do, impotent or not, to get rid of Soverick.