The training ground was far more crowded than anyone expected for a duel that had only been arranged a short while ago.
News had spread through the academy quickly, carried by the kind of excitement students could never resist, and by the time the group arrived at the outdoor sparring platform, people were already gathering from every direction.
Students lined the edges of the arena, speaking in low voices while waiting for the match to begin. The air carried the tense excitement of a real confrontation, not a friendly sparring session arranged for practice.
Azael, Morgan, and Elsa stopped near the edge of the platform where they had a clear view without standing too close.
Elsa stood between them with her hands clasped tightly in front of her. She had barely spoken since leaving the cafeteria, and even though she tried to keep a calm expression, the worry on her face was obvious. Her pink eyes never left the platform.
