The central training grounds were still buzzing with energy and shock when Damian arrived.
The crowd parted instinctively as he walked through, students stepping back to create a clear path without even realizing they were doing it.
His presence alone commanded space.
Damian surveyed the scene with calm crimson eyes, taking in the victorious Mafia members scattered across various rings, the defeated Nobles being helped away by friends, and the absolutely stunned expressions on hundreds of watching faces.
He pulled out his watch and sent a quick message.
To: Professor Seraphina ValeNeed you at the central training grounds. Going to need an official host for a challenge match. Bring coffee if you want, this might be entertaining.
Then he walked toward the largest combat ring in the center of the grounds and stepped onto the raised platform.
He said nothing. Just stood there silently, hands in his pockets, waiting.
