Eva's POV
The crowd's cheers reached a deafening crescendo as Xavier Castille stepped into the arena to face the battered but determined witch. The atmosphere was electric with anticipation, and for a moment, it seemed as though the world held its breath.
Xavier was an imposing figure, tall and muscular, dressed in the signature dark armor of a witch hunter. I looked like an enigma. His expression was unreadable, a contrast to the bruised and bloodied witch who stood before him.
As the two combatants squared off, the tension in the arena became palpable. The crowd's collective excitement had given way to a hushed anticipation. Everyone could sense that this battle would be unlike any they had witnessed before.
