Albrecht Velin walked onto the stage with his hands in his pockets, as though he were stepping into his backyard.
The stadium trembled in eerie stillness, as if thousands of audience goers were holding their breath in anticipation.
Serena stood across from him, chin high, sleeves rustling gently in the breeze. Her expression remained calm, eyes half-lidded. But even she could feel the shift.
This man was dangerous.
Despite not having as many blue-grade contracts as Sevra (who had 5 blue-grade contracts), he was undeniably stronger than her.
The announcer's voice barely cut through the tension.
"Representing First Celestial College in the fourth match—Albrecht Velin!"
Six flashes of light flared behind him.
The battlefield trembled as Albrecht released all six of his contracts.
