After several fights, Dorian still looked completely unbothered, barely breaking a sweat. It was clear that none of his opponents had pushed him to his limits. To him, this was nothing more than a child's play.
"Is there anyone else who wishes to challenge me?" Dorian asked, his voice echoing confidently through the hall as he scanned the crowd with an unwavering gaze.
His father, Lucius, stood at the edge of the room, a small smile curling at the corners of his mouth. He couldn't hide the pride swelling within him. Dorian wasn't just his son; he was a prodigy, a warrior beyond his years.
Inwardly, Lucius thought, 'This boy... he's one of the greatest geniuses the Blackthorn family has ever seen.' His red eyes gleamed with satisfaction, knowing that his son's strength would secure the family's legacy for generations to come.
