Emery had prepared himself to face Hall 6's instructor, Grand Magus Lewis. The young Nephilim, while in the two-cosmos realm, was someone Emery felt ready for. He had studied Lewis for weeks, knowing the fight would be tough, but not impossible. Emery's goal was clear: ensure victory after all the hard work his acolytes had put in.
But as Emery stood in the arena, something unexpected happened. Instead of Lewis, an older figure emerged from the Nephilim side, parting the crowd as he approached. His presence immediately filled the space with a powerful, suffocating aura. It was unmistakable—this man was a three-cosmos grand magus.
The audience gasped, murmurs spreading like wildfire across the arena. Shock and confusion rippled through the crowd.
"They've swapped their instructor!"
"To think the Nephilim would go to such lengths for a mere Magus instructor."
"This is what happens when you go up against the Nephilim!"
