News had a way of spreading through the Dragon Academy like wildfire, especially when it concerned a duel involving a newcomer who had just defeated a seasoned veteran. Even though it was still the dead of night, whispers of the impending battle between Daimon and Felix began to permeate the academy's halls and chambers.
The torch-lit corridors were not immune to the hushed conversations of students who had caught wind of the duel. A sense of anticipation hung in the air, and Daimon's name was on everyone's lips. His striking crimson hair and eyes, a stark contrast to the dark night, were now symbols of both admiration and intrigue.
In the depths of the academy, a figure watched from the shadows, hidden in the alcoves of a dimly lit passage. He was an older student, one who had already attained the coveted status of a Heaven Realm player. His keen elven ears caught every word of the conversations that drifted to his ears.
