Back in the arena, the air crackled with tension. Sir Cedric, the Knight Captain, felt the oppressive weight of Akun's power like a physical force pushing down on him. Taking a deep, ragged breath, he managed to choke out a response.
"V-very well," he rasped, his voice barely audible above the roaring silence of the crowd. "If that's what you desire, sir Akun, then I, Sir Cedric, Knight Captain of the Royal knights, will not disappoint."
A satisfied smile tugged at Akun's lips. "Excellent," he declared, his voice echoing in the vast arena. "However, before we commence this little… exhibition, there's one more condition I'd like to propose."
Sir Cedric, who had already drawn his sword with trembling hands, froze at Akun's words. His brow furrowed in suspicion. "Another condition?" he questioned, his voice laced with a hint of anger. "What more trickery do you have in store?"
