Of course, he recognized her.
Selphira Kane. One of the female lead of this novel he was in.
An intelligent, self-contained, scholar-minded girl with a sharp tongue and sharper intellect. The type of person who just doesn't care about anything or anyone in plot.
She was said to have one of the most creative minds in the empire. He believed it.
And so, while the tension thickened, and Selphira's words rang across the sands, Razeal turned and slowly scanned the coliseum.
All around him faces.
Some beamed with anticipation, excited for the spectacle.
Some sneered, clearly waiting for him to fall.
Others tried to hold back the urge to shout, restrained only by the presence of the silver-haired magistrate beside him.
And in the middle of it all… he stood alone.
But unshaken.
Still, Razeal couldn't help but be impressed by Selphira as hiw she had silenced an entire coliseum with just few carefully words.
He cast another sideways glance at her.
