The atmosphere in the arena shifted once again as the second-ranked outer disciple, Kael Drakthorn, strode forward with unwavering confidence. His aura was palpable, commanding attention from everyone present.
Elder Darius Armist, seated in the center, leaned forward slightly, a proud smile forming on his face. "Kael Drakthorn," he began, his voice deep and steady, "your performance today was—"
But before Elder Darius could finish, Kael's voice rang out, cutting him off with an air of impatience. "I wish to become your disciple, Elder Darius." His tone was firm, almost challenging, as if he had already decided his fate long before the elder had spoken.
The arena fell into a stunned silence, the crowd murmuring at Kael's boldness. Eyes flickered between the young disciple and the elder, wondering how such audacity would be received. Few would dare interrupt a top elder, let alone in front of so many witnesses.
