The arena before them was vast, with a sturdy magic stone slab laid on the ground, the faint radiance of runes visible, engulfed by the powerful blessing of runes.
The elder brother glanced around, confirmed no one would disturb them, then gently raised his hand to activate the engraved array.
With the activation of Magic Power, a transparent barrier rose gradually, isolating the entire arena from the outside world.
"...Foolish people ignore the facts before them, and the hopeless deny the changes already occurring. Now it seems, you don't belong to either group."
Accompanied by a cold and piercing voice, the youth walked steadily to the center of the training ground.
"Since you say you're not seeking revenge, it's neither slaughter nor duel.
"It's merely a conversation of Strength, a reassessment of positions between us."
He turned and looked at the Hero, sword staff pointed downward, his gaze inscrutable.
"Prepare yourself, then let's begin."
