In another section of the stands, two figures watched with very disdainful expressions.
The Starweaver night faction brothers, Dorian and Magnus, leaned toward each other with the smugness of people who thought they understood what others didn't.
"Look at his Hydra," Dorian whispered, pointing toward where Ren's beast waited for the next battle to start. "Still a single head. Despite all his supposed genius and having a double potion plus the new spore that adds an extra one, he has such a waste of a creature... Everyone knows that cultivation of a beast as rare as the Hydra hasn't reached Gold in hundreds of years. Having so many beasts but getting stuck at silver is so Yino like..."
