The referee raised his hand once more.
"In accordance with the rules of an honorable duel," he declared loudly, "both participants are requested to summon their respective Soulbound Weapons."
The cheers subsided, turning into a silence thick with anticipation.
The referee turned toward the left side of the arena.
"Sir Aldric Rosevelt. Please proceed."
Aldric stepped forward.
He closed his eyes for a brief moment.
Mana pulsed.
A silver light flared in the air — sharp, clean, nearly blinding. From within the swirling glow, a long, gleaming silver blade took shape, its slender edge etched with delicate engravings that reflected the light of the setting sun.
The sword appeared directly in Aldric's grasp.
A cold aura spread outward.
Whispers immediately broke out.
"That's… the Silverbound Blade—"
"The signature sword of Rosevelt…"
"Just like the rumors said…"
Aldric opened his eyes, his expression calm.
The referee nodded, then turned away.
"Young Master, Lucian Voss."
