In the middle of the open ballroom, Eon and Rein stood before each other, the area around them cleared of people.
People who had witnessed a great spar just a moment ago that was already carved into their minds were now looking at the two young people who were the stars of this party.
One refused the dance from their imperial prince while the other one fought for this one dance.
The spar was magnificent, so enchantingly beautiful that they weren't even able to look away from this young person before them.
They saw him for the first time today, and they already knew he had a bright future ahead of him.
He was special and strong, but more than that, he was graceful.
He was elegant, his every move in that spar, his magic, his arrows, everything about the way he fought was a piece of art itself.
