The grand hall vibrated with the roar of the crowd, the air thick with the scent of polished wood and the faint tang of mana from the ongoing tournament matches.
The glowing orbs overhead cast a warm light across the arena, where Byun stood victorious, his blond hair glinting as the referee's voice boomed, declaring him the winner of the fifteenth match.
Jae sat among the top one hundred students in the special section along the side, his heart still pounding in his chest from watching Byun's flawless performance against Caen.
So, he's a shadow weaver, Jae thought, his eyes narrowing as he replayed the fight in his mind, dissecting every move with intense focus. Byun's shadows had moved like living, razor-sharp blades, numbing Caen's limbs with eerie, almost supernatural precision, his control so tight and effortless it seemed like second nature.
