[Aethel]
[The Grand Colosseum]
The Grand Colosseum roared with fervor as all watched the display.
The festival had reached a fever pitch, and yet, above the chaos, seated within an extravagant, elevated balcony reserved for only the most esteemed figures, three men watched in silence. Their vantage point afforded them the best view.
Percival sat with his hands elegantly folded, his gray eyes bore into the largest Illusora screen, analyzing every movement, every explosion, every desperate clash. A thoughtful hum left his lips before he finally spoke.
"Mikoto Yukio is quite powerful. More so than I even imagined," he mused, tapping a slender finger against his chin. "To contend with three Inheritors using only basic enhancement magic... most would consider that suicidal."
There was no shock in his voice. Just recognition. His gaze sharpened ever so slightly, his thoughts drifting inward.
("No wonder you chose him, old friend.")
