After separating from the college group, he stepped into the arena as fifteen youths wearing different academy uniforms joined him. The seven arcanists overlooked them from the balcony, faces stern and eyes glinting competitiveness.
'Where is Edgar?'
He stifled a laugh as he could picture the proud man's distorted face and how he would refuse to join the others.
'He must be watching with his students.'
He shook his head, focusing on Elisabeth's fluttering white dress and marvelling at the pulsing golden engravings as she stepped forwards.
Without the required mastery, he missed their significance earlier. But now? He understood they were intricate engravings enchanting the durable yet thin fabric.
"I'll host the competition's final instead of Edgar. The rules won't change, though. So, may the better battle monster duelist win!"
Her enchanting voice reverberated, exciting the crowd and the finalists.
