Lord Cyre observed the battle attentively.
He already knew quite a bit about the combatants involved.
In his eyes, the girl named Nina had no chance of victory unless she was hiding some incredible trump card.
Surrender seemed to be her only viable option.
Mage challengers from outside Winterrealm were not unfamiliar to him.
Every year, plenty of outsiders participated in the trial.
As such, he had a decent understanding of mages.
Mages, in some ways, were somewhat similar to fatecasters.
When facing bloodline warriors of the same level, they had no advantage to speak of.
The best option was simply to surrender.
Yet, the confident demeanor of the girl and the mysterious guest accompanying her piqued Cyre's curiosity.
How could a mage possibly defeat a bloodline warrior of equal rank?
Out of the corner of his eye, Cyre glanced at Ronan, sitting beside him.
