The atmosphere was electric, the tension palpable as Crixus's challenge hung in the air.
His proposal to challenge Balor for the position of Prime Disciple sent shockwaves through the gathered disciples.
Whispers and murmurs spread like wildfire as they realized the implications of the ancient sect rule he was invoking.
The Sect Leader's eyes flickered with interest, a faint smile playing on his lips.
He expected the father and son duo to play this card. "You wish to challenge Balor for the position of Prime Disciple?" he asked, his voice carrying the weight of history.
Crixus nodded, his gaze steady. "Yes, Sect Leader. As per the old rule, if the Prime Disciple is defeated once, he must relinquish his position to the victor."
Balor's expression was a mix of surprise and intrigue, his eyes narrowing slightly as he assessed Crixus's intent.
He seemed taken aback by the challenge, yet he did not appear ready to back down. Arthur had already given him a heads up on this.
