In the VIP area overlooking the tournament, Carmilia, the Ice Queen, sat with her usual cold demeanor, her sharp eyes fixed on the platform where Kaelen had just secured his victory against Eldric. For a brief moment, her icy gaze softened, betraying a flicker of surprise at the boy's battle prowess. Beside her, Vlahiç, the Fleeting Spear, who had been watching with his arms crossed, narrowed his eyes as he leaned slightly forward in his seat, intrigued by Kaelen's mastery of the sword and magic.
"Impressive," Vlahiç muttered under his breath, the words slipping out before he could stop them.
Carmilia, too, found herself momentarily unsettled. "Who is this boy?" she mused quietly, her breath condensing in the air like frost. Kaelen's strength and determination had caught her off guard, something that rarely happened.
