Northern and Eli stood ten meters apart from each other. Everyone who had gathered around them had withdrawn even further away.
Both stared each other down. Eli gripped the matte black staff while Northern lowered the Illusioned Hefter to the ground as if the sword meant nothing.
Behind them, their spectators watched with rapt attention.
Nahia burned with fury.
To her, this was sheer madness. A Sage against a Paragon—and not some watered-down Paragon like the new ones. Eli had been a Paragon for the past five years. He had grown tremendously and couldn't be ignored by nations.
His talent was lethal beyond measure. The thought that he would be tested by a mere Sage made her blood boil. Even she wouldn't dare.
"Tch. I await his crushing defeat. Perhaps after the Headmaster finishes with him, I'll add a lesson or two."
Selis glanced at her with a stunned, guarded expression.
She stared back.
"What's wrong, dear sister?"
