Within the stands of the arena, the spectators conversed animatedly.
"Four silvers Caelum wins!"
"Are you crazy?! Did you not see how vast Varnel is? Who's to say he can't reach Caelum before his illusions take place?"
"You buffoon! Varnel is only good at one thing. I've heard that Caelum doesn't just conjure illusions, but he also has an impressive affinity for wind and space. Haven't you seen the way the Elders of the Zephyr Clan have been looking at him? It's as if they've found their latest treasure!"
"Whatever, Varnel will win. He must have something up his sleeve as well."
Seated in the private viewing chamber, Alden focused on the conversations of the crowd. It was an exercise in controlling the sensitivity provided to him by Morrigan's Art, but he was also slightly curious about the gossip spreading there.
So far, he had learned a few interesting things.
And they all pointed towards a thrilling clash.
