The energy in the arena remained electric as Victor stepped into the ring, his footsteps steady despite the growing tension in his chest. The crowd's cheers and murmurs blended into a dull roar, a mix of support and curiosity.
After Lyra's dominant performance earlier in the day, the pressure was on for Victor to prove himself. Nakia walked beside him, her crimson eyes sharp and unwavering.
"You've trained for this, Master," Nakia said softly, her voice soothing yet firm. "Trust in our bond. We will not fail."
Victor nodded, rolling his shoulders as he adjusted his gloves. "I know," he replied, exhaling slowly to calm his nerves. "Let's show them what we're made of."
Across the arena, his opponent entered. A young man with cropped blonde hair and a confident smirk strode in, holding a staff adorned with a glowing crystal.
