The noble spectator box was a world unto itself, a gilded sanctuary high above the chaos of the arena floor. The ornate carvings of the balustrade, the plush velvet cushions beneath me, and the soft murmur of voices from the gathered nobles—all of it was designed to exude luxury and refinement. Yet, as my golden eyes swept over the battlefield below, none of it mattered. My focus was entirely elsewhere.
Caelum.
He moved like a storm given form, his crimson eyes gleaming with sharp intent as he navigated the chaos with a predator's grace. Every step, every strike, was calculated and deliberate, as though he were playing a game he'd already won. The crowd roared with approval, their cheers and gasps blending into a deafening symphony, but I barely heard them.
