The sun hung high over the arena, its golden light washing over the vast stone battlefield.
Today was the finals of the First Year Tournament Battle, the referee stepped on the arena, calling the two students on the stage.
A dark-silver-haired youth, with dark brown eyes and a handsome face, walked out, his steps were casual and he carried a sharp aura around him, his aura seemed to be able to tear through everything.
On the other side, a graceful cold beauty with raven dark hair, carrying a crossbow and a quiver of bolts at her waist also walked up.
The two of them looked at each other.
" Damien, I won't rely on you all the time...I have grown much stronger than the last time, this time I am going to win" Sara thought, her eyes twinkling.
The stands were packed, an ocean of students and instructors murmuring with anticipation. The final battle of the tournament had arrived.
