The cheers from the crowd slowly began to settle as Lyra and Logan stood facing each other on the fighting platform.
The excitement had not disappeared completely.
It still hung over the Arena in the form of thousands of voices, scattered conversations, and the occasional shout from spectators who were already calling out the name of the fighter they supported.
However, the attention of most of the crowd had now shifted toward the two First-Years standing in the center of the platform.
Lyra rubbed her hands together, her fingers moving against each other as she looked at Logan with an excited smile.
"You look so serious."
She tilted her head slightly.
Logan Drakes looked back at her with visible irritation.
His arms remained relaxed at his sides, but his eyes were already fixed on Lyra, studying her movements and waiting for the countdown to begin.
"Not speaking... Hehehe."
Lyra laughed.
There was something almost strange about how excited she looked.
