At the edge of the open ground, the crowd watching the battle exploded into chaos after a brief silence.
"Oh my god..." A mercenary wearing leather armor opened his mouth wide, nearly dropping the longsword in his hand, "One person against four... and they are four Magic Masters!"
His companion did not speak, just stared at Duke's back in a daze, his throat dry, unable to utter a single word.
A merchant who had traveled from Stone Hammer City to watch the battle still clutching a bag of Crystal Stones, originally planning to negotiate with the winner after the match, now let the bag slip through his fingers, scattering the stones everywhere, oblivious to the loss.
"Child of Light... Is this the power of the Child of Light?" he murmured, his voice hoarse.
Further away, the players gathered in twos and threes were engaged in heated discussions.
