The stage was already set, the air thick with tension.
Every major organization was present—not just to honor Theron's coronation, but now to witness the royal siblings clash for the throne.
Vaelen removed his robe slowly. Strangely, he was calm as his eyes locked on Caius.
"Brother, when was the last time we actually fought?" Vaelen asked first.
"When we were five," Caius replied after a moment, his mind flashing to the past. "Back when no one knew I was a bastard prince."
"Yes… I remember. I didn't give up that day, not until I had no strength left to even stand. Hahaha… brother." A faint smile tugged at Vaelen's lips.
"This time will be no different. Even if death comes close, I won't stop coming for you. I'll fight until I lose consciousness and can't move anymore. So… elder brother—are you ready?" Vaelen said, voice sharp with challenge.
