- Garron POV -
The arena lights shifted again as the crowd leaned forward in anticipation. Afternoon sun filtered through the enchanted dome above, casting glints of gold across the stone platform.
"Next Match!"
The crowd surged once more—cheers, gasps, conversations stopping mid-sentence.
"From the continent of Valor, representing the Imperial Academy—second-year student Garron Bale!"
A section of the Valor stands exploded in applause.
Garron entered with heavy steps, fists clenched and shoulders squared. Towering and broad, he wore no armor, no weapons—just the standard navy-blue combat uniform, reinforced at the chest and arms. His thick boots hit the arena floor like war drums.
He grinned and threw a quick thumbs-up toward the audience, then rolled his neck, already channeling mana through his body.
"And from the Elarith Continent… one of the Top Five students of Luceria Grand Academy—Anastasia de Ravienne!"
From the opposite tunnel came a much smaller figure.
