Both competitors were visibly exhausted. Both were expending enormous energy maintaining their offensive and defensive magic. Both were pushing their physical limits to the brink of absolute collapse.
Caspian watched from the observation tiers, but he was now processing something different. He was watching Leandros watch his daughter compete. He was observing pride. Genuine pride in capability displayed. Genuine recognition of her advancement.
Leandros's expression had not shifted, but something in his posture had changed. His shoulders had drawn back slightly. His breathing had become measured and controlled. He was witnessing his daughter compete at a level beyond what he had hoped for her.
Tymandra's expression had transformed as well. Her initial confidence had been replaced by something more complex.
Acknowledgment that Miriame was not merely advancing through luck but through genuine capability.
