The grand stadium had long emptied, its once-roaring crowds scattered to their own affairs after the trial's conclusion and the reward ceremony.
In one of the upper VIP chambers, a silver-haired girl was sitting on a plush sofa.
She rose from her seat with practiced grace, the folds of her sapphire dress fluttering faintly as she walked toward the exit.
Each step echoed softly along the marble hallways, her posture upright, expression poised, every movement measured.
After a short walk down a garden-laced corridor, she spotted two men conversing near the balcony overlooking the Areana's inner courtyard.
One of them she recognized immediately.
A tall man with the same silver-white hair as hers, but with deep, glacial blue eyes. His presence commanded attention effortlessly, even in silence.
Her father.
The other man, though older, radiated an even more commanding presence.
His dark chestnut hair was streaked with iron-gray, swept back with impeccable grooming.
