"Isn't that the princess? What's she doing here?" Lilith wondered the moment her eyes landed on Daliah.
Her gaze then swept across the entire room in a flash.
"And there are others as well... even that head judge from the tournament is here," she thought silently. But her attention quickly found its true target.
Logan.
He was seated there, looking perfectly fine. No injuries, no weakness. Just his usual calm self.
A quiet wave of relief spread through Lilith's chest without her even realizing it.
Meanwhile, Daliah leaned toward Rowan and whispered, eyes never leaving the girl who had just entered, "Brother, is that her? Your final opponent in that Arcadia Young Elites Tournament?"
"Yes," Rowan nodded calmly.
Both Lilith and Daliah were around the same age. And seeing one another amidst a room full of elders and powerful seniors, a curious spark naturally lit between them.
"Lilith, you're here. Good," Emily smiled and gestured to the empty seat beside her. "Come, sit here."
