Outside the arena, under the pale glow of scattered lights, Eratz stood with Victoria, facing Tamara.
"You came here before even seeing the medics. Guess you really are impatient," Tamara began, her tone calm but her eyes scanning their faces thoroughly. She sighed, folding her arms.
"I've seen what you can do, and since you won, I'll give you the black orb as promised. But listen to me for a moment."
Victoria's gaze shifted to Eratz. He nodded silently, his crimson eyes locked on Tamara.
Tamara continued.
"Your potential is undeniable. But this path you're walking… it's not just about you. It's about everyone. The world as it is, it works. Is it perfect? Never. But it's balanced. Humans coexist with beasts. We, beast masters, maintain a fragile peace by integrating our powers without overshadowing the lives of those around us. That balance took centuries to build. Do you really want to risk breaking it? That doesn't sound like you."
