"This is one of the most impressive fights we have witnessed today. Short, yes—but absolutely outstanding," the emissary announced.
The crowd erupted into cheers, their voices rising like a storm, echoing through the grand arena.
Nolan, stepping out of the battlefield, whispered to himself, Neither did I fly. I only jumped as high as possible. His calm steps carried him away from the hole he had left in the ground.
From the noble balcony, Rovanis leaned forward, his eyes gleaming. "So this is the man you spoke of, Alaric. Truly outstanding."
"Yes, he is," Alaric replied with a measured tone. "And I'm certain now—I want to see how far he can really go."
Alvoryn scoffed lightly, swirling the wine in his cup. "Impressive, yes. But do you honestly think he can stand against Kyrion ?
Dalvin clenched his fist on the armrest. "He is strong, but it won't matter. Kyrion will defeat him."
