Sylvia's steps echoed in the arena, steady and unhurried.
The largest grounds of the academy fell silent as she walked to the center like she didn't have a care in the world.
Whispers rippled through the crowd like sparks catching dry grass, but no one dared speak above a murmur.
By the time Mozrael and Aramith arrived, every eye was already locked on the girl who stood waiting.
Aramith stood at the edge of the arena, watching carefully as Mozrael and Sylvia stood opposite each other. Aris did some research earlier and informed him that Sylvia was very powerful. He'd never seen her in action, but when he asked, the answers he received spoke of just how strong and tough she was.
He was confident in Mozrael's strength, but he'd never seen Sylvia in action before, so he couldn't tell how exactly he was supposed to judge her.
"I prefer fairness in this match," Sylvia suddenly spoke.
Mozrael frowned. "What is that supposed to mean?" She asked.
