News of the duel for Silversky Town's destiny spread like wildfire. The players, caught up in the excitement, even helped clear a large field outside the town to serve as a proper arena.
Both factions had assembled to watch. For safety, they stood upon the newly constructed town walls, observing the proceedings from two hundred yards away.
Down in the dueling ground, Riven and Alistair had already collided with ferocious intensity.
There were no flashy, ostentatious movements. Both men activated their Auras, pushed their enhancement skills to the maximum, and went straight for a life-or-death struggle.
Riven, tempered by his recent defeats, was noticeably more mature and steady. He didn't waste a single word, his entire being focused on the fight. There was no trace of arrogance in his eyes, only a cold fusion of hatred and caution.
His transformation earned him a sliver of respect from Alistair. As expected of a Child of Destiny, he thought. Few of them are ever truly useless.
