The atmosphere in the dueling arena crackled with anticipation as Arthur and Emma took their positions. Both of them wielded a sword, the metal glinting in the sunlight, a symbol of the clash about to unfold.
"Aren't these two childhood friends?"
"Yeah… They are…"
"I heard the relationship between the Augustrides and Nightlances pretty good."
"Then why are they fighting?"
"I don't know…. It seems something happened between them…."
"But that Arthur guy really looks quite guilty…."
"He is…"
The onlookers watched in silence, their eyes darting between the two combatants. There was a mixture of curiosity, excitement, and tension in the air. After all, this duel wasn't just about physical prowess; it was a battle fueled by emotions and past grievances.
Emma's fiery determination was evident as she glared at Arthur, her yellow eyes burning with intensity. She gripped her sword tightly, her stance firm and unwavering.
