Contrary to their expectations, they were set to face last year's champions—
Blackthorn Academy.
And the match was scheduled for today.
In just four hours, the first battle of the tournament would begin.
The entire team was gathered in one room.
Only Adrian remained standing, while the others sat in silence, all eyes on him—waiting for their strategy.
"This isn't what we expected," Adrian began, his tone light and composed, "but that doesn't mean we're unprepared."
He leaned against the wall, arms crossed, his calm presence settling the air.
"Each of you made it here because of your strength. You already know how to fight in the arena. You've been through enough battles that there's nothing I need to spoon-feed you now."
Brendon raised his hand. "What about the rules, sir?"
Adrian exhaled lightly. "I'm sure the referee will go over them before the match. But from what I understand, the format should be similar to an official duel."
