As the Marquis shifted his gaze to the arena, a figure stepped onto the stage with a quiet but undeniable presence. A young girl, slender and poised, made her way into the ring. Her dark hair was tied into a neat bun, and her blue-golden robe fluttered with her movement, the emblem of the Cloud Heavens Sect glinting on her shoulder. The crowd quieted slightly, sensing something different about her, a calm amidst the storm of the ongoing battles.
The Marquis observed her closely, his expression thoughtful, a faint smile tracing his lips. "The 'Silent Thunder,' was it?" he mused aloud. "Lira Vaelan, if I'm not mistaken."
Elder Xue's gaze sharpened, the hint of pride evident as she nodded. "Yes, Marquis. Lira Vaelan is one of our recent rising stars. Her talents have distinguished her quickly among her peers."
