- Elena POV -
The arena roared with life.
Now well into the afternoon, the tournament had reached its peak hours—thousands of spectators filled the stands, voices echoing from every direction. With most citizens off work, the grand coliseum was packed wall to wall, the energy rising with every match.
Floating crystal screens projected live visuals from different angles. Vendors moved through the outer rows shouting, and excited students from various academies leaned forward, eager for the next clash.
A sudden shift in lighting washed over the stage.
The announcer's voice boomed across the field with practiced clarity.
"Next Match!"
The crowd surged again.
"From the continent of Valor, representing the Imperial Academy—second-year student Elena von Lestaria!"
From the left tunnel, Elena stepped into view.
She walked with quiet confidence, her long platinum hair flowing freely. A small flower bloomed from the braid near her temple, glowing faintly with life mana.
