Professor Kael gestured toward the center ring with sharp efficiency.
"Clear the area. Everyone, move back to the safety line."
The crowd shuffled backward, forming a proper circle around the combat ring. Murmur of excited whispers filled the air—this wasn't just another practice match. This was personal.
Marcus stepped into the ring first, rolling his shoulders, adjusting his grip on his practice sword. He was trying to look confident, but Lucian could see the tension in his jaw. The way his eyes kept darting to Seraphina.
He's afraid. Good.
Seraphina walked to the opposite side of the ring with measured steps. No showboating or unnecessary flourishes. Just calm, lethal focus.
She drew her practice sword—standard academy issue, same as Marcus's—and settled into a ready stance.
