Chapter 59: An Excuse to Use it
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The First-year training hall of the Academy buzzed with students murmurs as Professor Vaelian was about to announce the next duel. Its vast chamber— lined with tiered seating, banners of the academy, and lanterns that bathed everything in golden light— had never felt so alive. Whispers moved through the crowd, rising and falling in waves of anticipation. Students leaned forward, eyes locked on the Professor.
Professor Vaelian's voice, calm but resonant, cut through the murmurs, demanding silence.
"Next match…" He paused, letting the suspense linger for half a heartbeat. "…Arios Pureheart versus Nathan da Acosta."
A collective intake of breath swept across the hall as Rian Blake's name hadn't been called. The murmurs erupted again, louder this time. This wasn't just another duel; everyone knew it. This was Nathan's match.
