As Cruzer left the battlefield, his mind still lingered on the confrontation with Alisha. But there was no time to dwell on the past—not when the tournament pressed forward.
The announcer's voice boomed across the arena.
"Next match! Anup, the Hero Candidate, versus Orlen of the Iron Hawks!"
The crowd erupted once more, this time in eager anticipation. Unlike Cruzer's match, which had been deeply personal, this battle was one of sheer spectacle.
Anup. The Hero Candidate. The name alone carried weight. He was a warrior destined for greatness, one of the chosen few who stood at the pinnacle of humanity's potential. Every academy, every noble house, and every commoner who had heard of his feats watched with bated breath.
