A faint smile appeared on Zephyrion's face.
Fiona rose to her feet and stepped into the arena. Across from her, Lucien's chubby figure stared at her with disdain.
"Tch. Another random nobody," he scoffed. "Can we hurry this up already? I still have a Proving to win."
Fiona swallowed. Her arms trembled faintly, but she clenched them tighter as she remembered her promise.
'Do your best.'
She had promised him.
At this moment, that mattered more than any fear a city lord descendant could instill in her.
Fiona exhaled slowly.
A sharp metallic hum echoed out. A silver orb gathered within her palm, morphing into a gleaming sword.
When she raised her gaze toward Lucien once more, her eyes burned with resolve.
Zephyrion gave an inward nod.
'Good.'
Resolve was the core emotion of the metal element. Fiona's resolve had always been calm and steady, like the surface of a still lake.
