Lira's knuckles tightened around the hilt of her blade, her calm demeanor stretched thin as she faced the man standing across from her. Lucavion. Of all the opponents she could have drawn, he was the one she despised most. A worm who had somehow crawled his way to the semifinals—a feat she could scarcely believe, considering he had no sect, no lineage, no legacy to stand on.
'How does someone like him even make it this far?' she thought with a flicker of disdain. 'A nobody who dares challenge the Cloud Heavens Sect. He's a fool playing at heroics, blind to the fact that his fate was sealed the moment he chose to go against us.'
