Instead of being feared, it was treated as a symbol of rarity and status.
Few could afford such a creature.
Only someone like Shelley, someone born into privilege and possessing extraordinary talent, could obtain a beast like this.
Lana shifted her gaze toward Shelley, who stood smiling confidently, clearly convinced she had already secured victory.
Compared to Taro, Mr. Crow appeared insignificant.
He was not even half the size of one of the creature's wings.
The massive white beast loomed over the arena, easily twice the size of a carriage, casting a wide shadow across the ground.
It would be a difficult fight.
A flicker of unease rose in Lana's chest.
Through their link, she asked quietly, 'Will this be alright? If you want, we can withdraw.'
Mr. Crow's response came calm and steady. 'Do you doubt me?'
Before she could answer, the audience erupted into chatter.
"Well… it's over for her."
"I'm impressed she held out this long against Shelley."
