Next Day,
The morning sun poured through the academy's open dome.
Many matches were already over, the outcomes logged and forgotten.
Students filled the stands their voices were a restless sea of noise. The energy in the arena crackled with anticipation as the next match was announced.
[Team 13 vs Team 14]
The crowd's roar echoed like thunder.
Azrael stood in the center of the arena he was wearing a black coat.
The twin swords on his back gleamed faintly, a new and untested addition to his arsenal.
His left arm was covered by Quill's gauntlet
'System,' he thought with a flicker of frustration, 'at least give me a quest. Something so I can fill my additional affinity slot. Or even buy a legendary sword for myself instead of these stupid chunks of metal.'
Selyne stood beside him, trying to look calm but her tense posture gave her away. Her fingers nervously brushed the blood-red pendant on her neck, a reservoir of her own essence.
