As the tournament carried on, each clash seemed to raise the intensity, with fighters continuously stepping up to prove their worth. Jack observed in silence, his keen eyes scanning the arena. Faces familiar and unfamiliar passed through his gaze, their skills cataloged and noted for future reference.
'These are all potential threats,' he thought, a faint smirk touching his lips. 'Enemies I'll need to eliminate quickly… but there's no rush. Let's see how they handle themselves here, and then we'll see on the planes.'
The next bout caught his attention. Luther's voice boomed, echoing across the stone walls. "Kenny Hefferson of the Kingdom Ciriaus versus Norman of Eloria—the kingdom of alchemists!"
Two figures stepped forward toward the platform. The murmurs from the spectators swelled into a mixture of dread and curiosity.
