The next morning arrived swiftly, the crisp air outside carrying the muted hum of the academy coming to life. Leo had woken early, his mind already piecing together what the tournament meant. He knew there was more to it than what Darian and the headmaster had revealed. The academy wasn't the type of place to host events simply for spectacle.
Leo stood at the dormitory window, his sharp gaze sweeping over the sprawling academy grounds. Students bustled toward the announcement board near the training hall, eager to see their names listed.
"Looks like everyone's fired up."
Tristen's voice broke the silence as he walked up beside Leo, stretching. "You're going to sign up, right?"
Leo turned slightly, his expression unreadable. "And you?"
Tristen hesitated. "I'm tempted, but let's be real—I'd be cannon fodder. It's smarter to sit back and watch the strong players reveal themselves."
Leo smirked faintly. "You don't give yourself enough credit."
