Darian stepped onto the martial stage with a small, cute dragon-shaped pet sitting on his head. He instantly became the center of everyone's attention.
Anyone participating in this tournament was considered a terrifying talent. So normally, when someone walked onto that stage, what followed were thunderous cheers. But this time… it started with murmurs… which quickly turned into laughter. Applause was the only thing missing.
As soon as Darian arrived, Thomas looked at him seriously, a subtle mockery creeping across his face.
"What is the meaning of this?"
Darian stared back coldly. "Meaning? Each empire sent two teams with a leader, right? I'm a leader. I'm here to compete."
"You really plan to fight alone?" Thomas asked straight up.
Darian nodded calmly. "Yeah."
After the qualifiers ended, both teams from each empire — and all their members — had already been registered. No new participants could be added or swapped out.
