Flapping her wings, Syllia stared at Azzy with a frown on her face. Clearly, her Arcana spirit hates Azzy and the aura that was around him.
Meanwhile, Floyd wiped off his sweat, "That was a close call." Looking at the Giant golden shield and the winged lady before him, he bowed slightly and cupped his fists, "Thank you, Elder."
Not paying attention to the person behind her, Syllia paid attention to the audience.
Her voice reverberated in the surroundings, "I apologize for intervening in the match. I don't know what kind of duel is this but having the death of a student at the venue when Champions League is around the corner isn't good."
After stating her opinion, Syllia glanced to the side and spotted Luci standing aside in the middle. She immediately guessed her role. "Are you the proctor for this match?" She asked.
