The Velmoria Royal Academy's Arena was packed, thunderous with anticipation, yet humming with restless unease.
The air was thick with the tension of expectation unmet.
Yes, there were still some minutes left until the duel's deadline, but duels were usually supposed to start ten minutes ago.
In the middle of the vast circular stadium, a lone figure stood on the battle platform—a presence clad in jet-black full-body armor that gleamed like forged night.
A massive greatsword was strapped across their back, so tall it almost matched their height.
Their gender was a mystery, and their face was obscured behind a visorless helm.
The only things visible were those unmistakable eyes, red as lava, observing everything through the visor of the helmet.
The crowd knew nothing about the figure save for one thing: this was the young guild leader of the Berserker Guild from the Zaraqt Kingdom.
