The clock now read 4:00 AM.
It had been four hours since the first "friendly" duel began.
And for the first time,
Frey felt a faint burn in the muscles of his arms .. just a touch of strain.
'It seems I'm starting to grow weary.'
He sighed, turning toward the crowd that still surrounded him.
Despite all the time that had passed,
the number of spectators hadn't decreased in the slightest.
Which made sense.
There were over seventy thousand soldiers stationed at the camp.
But Frey saw no point in continuing this any further.
"That's enough for today, everyone.
The next one will be the last."
He announced with finality.
The crowd instantly erupted into protest.
"Huh? Why?!"
"Wait! My turn's still far off! I've been waiting forever!"
"Please, Lord Starlight .. we need your insight!"
One after another, they pleaded,
and Frey frowned reflexively.
'Are these really the Empire's strongest soldiers?
Because it feels like I'm surrounded by a bunch of kids.'
