Meanwhile, on the opposite side of the field, some students were already arguing near a crimson-colored banner.
"What the hell?" a second-year student shouted, reading the text written boldly across the cloth.
"The first preference shall be given to first-year heroes? What's so special about them?"
Another second-year frowned. "Yeah, that's unfair! We've trained longer and fought in harder trials!"
A third-year standing nearby chuckled. "Get used to it. The first-years of this batch are… different. Especially those of the top four."
"Edwin?" one of them muttered. "The same guy who fought Lucas?"
"Exactly," the third-year replied with a smirk. "The guilds probably caught wind of that fight. He's already made a name for himself."
On the far end, Lena stood atop a roof, her eyes locked on Edwin, who was already facing Lucas and Nathan below.
Her hair fluttered in the evening wind, her fists tightening. Anger burned in her chest.
"You will pay for what you did!" she shouted
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