Jerom and the other four stood together. They had relaxed smiles on their faces as they spoke among themselves.
The next second, Zephyrion's world fell into a muted stillness.
"You may begin."
Kastor's deep voice cut through the coliseum, silencing the crowd in an instant. A moment later, an instructor stepped into the arena.
"I will now announce the terms."
He gestured toward Jerom and the others.
"If they win, Lord Zephyrion relinquishes his title as First Steel. If Lord Zephyrion wins, you forfeit both arms. Do both parties agree?"
"Yes."
""Yes.""
The instructor gave a brief nod.
"For fairness, the match will proceed in five rounds. You will each face him one on one—"
"No. Send all of them."
"…what?"
The instructor's eyes narrowed slightly, but the moment Zephyrion's cold gaze settled on him, he froze.
"All at once."
"Y-yes."
He swallowed, then nodded quickly.
'What the hell is this kid…'
"The match will proceed with all five opponents at once."
