Darian walked up the martial stage with calm, completely indifferent steps. Cheers of excitement echoed through the arena, since that hybrid looked like he was just out for a stroll, as if he didn't even see his opponent in his eyes.
"A mediocre assassin, who fell for the charms of a useless whore. How the hell do you even have the face to act so arrogant?" Lachlan said as he also stepped onto the stage.
The moment both were up there, yellowish rays of light wrapped around the martial stage: the protective inscription, activated at full power. Everyone from Remira's battalion felt their hearts tighten instantly.
At that moment, Lachlan's golden armor pulsed with a soft greenish glow. The whole space inside the martial stage was filled with wind fluctuations, like a subtle mist.
