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"Huh?"
The moment Draco's eyes snapped open, the air was already vibrating with noise.
A roar of voices, stamping feet, and the crash of fists colliding with flesh filled his ears. Dust swirled beneath harsh beams of magical light that illuminated the arena.
His heart jolted as his vision adjusted—he was standing inside a massive, circular coliseum.
The stands were overflowing with spectators, their faces indistinct blurs, their shouts pounding like waves against his mind.
But his focus wasn't on them.
It was on the man standing directly across from him.
Jet Ashborne.
His eyes burned with intensity, lips pulled back in a wolfish grin, sweat rolling down the side of his jaw. He was tall, broad-shouldered, his body honed to near perfection. The man radiated confidence, arrogance even, as though the entire arena belonged to him.
Draco didn't need to ask who he was—he remembered.
