Alden's voice rolled over the field like a command, carrying a sharp edge of authority. "I've had enough of these soft-hearted approaches of yours, Ethan," he said, his golden eyes blazing. "The first-years are a mess, and I can't take it anymore. So here's the thing…"
A crimson aura began to ooze from Alden's body, tendrils of red energy wrapping around him like living fire. Slowly, he removed one of his gloves, his movements deliberate. The leather whispered as it left his fingers. With a flick of his wrist, he threw the glove forward — it landed between him and Ethan with a dull
Thwack
against the stone floor.
"I, Alden von Crestvale, challenge you for the Apex position," he declared. His voice boomed, echoing across the training field, drawing the attention of every elf nearby. The crimson aura around him pulsed once, like a heartbeat.
Ethan's brows drew together, his expression turning grim. "Do you even know what you're saying, Alden?"
