Leon's POV
Round two was about to start, and the entire arena felt different.
The first round had already shaken the spectators to their core, but now? Now there was a kind of tension in the air that felt heavier and thicker than ever before. The cheers weren't just loud now as they were sharp, eager, and almost desperate. People weren't just watching anymore. They were waiting. Waiting to see if what they had just witnessed was real… or if it was about to get even crazier.
The fight we'd shown them earlier wasn't something you simply forgot after going home and having dinner. No. It was the kind of fight that would be retold in taverns, exaggerated over drinks, argued about by scholars, and probably written into history books whether anyone liked it or not. The kind of battle that got names. Titles. Legends attached to it.
And I had no doubt—none at all—that it was going to be remembered that way.
