The colosseum was still buzzing with the aftermath of Vegia's victory when Nayla leaned forward in her seat, her blue-tinted lips curving into a seductive smile.
"It's finally my turn," she purred, voice low and sultry, eyes half-lidded with anticipation. "I've been waiting for this."
Lysandra, Valeforia, Selvara, Zerra, and Thristle remained noticeably quiet. They simply watched her with calm, knowing expressions, offering no immediate cheers or words of encouragement.
Nayla tilted her head, a playful pout forming on her lips. "Why aren't any of you cheering me on? Am I not worthy of a little support from my dear sisters?"
Lysandra smiled gently, her elegant voice calm. "You don't need us to cheer for you, Nayla. We all know you will win anyway."
Valeforia crossed her legs with a lazy smirk. "Exactly. You're the strongest among us after Saviour. A few words from us won't change the outcome."
