The Sword Finally Drawn
The arena buzzed like a storm about to break.
Voices overlapped—some confident, some uncertain, all convinced they were right.
"Lior will win."
"No, Selena hasn't even tried yet."
"You're blind if you think Gale Division loses this."
"You're blind if you think Amethyst Summit Division doesn't dominate again."
Even the elders seated below the stage began exchanging quiet words, their eyes locked on the two figures standing across from each other.
Everyone had their own judgment.
Everyone had their own logic.
And yet—
No one truly knew.
—
At the edge of another arena, Shan had already finished his match.
Victory.
Clean.
Decisive.
But he didn't stay to enjoy it.
Without a second thought, he turned and walked straight toward Selena's arena.
His steps were fast, purposeful.
This fight… I can't miss it.
Only by watching her closely—her habits, her rhythm, her hidden cards—
Could he win later.
