The arena had grown quiet.
Dozens of fallen fighters were being carried away, leaving only four figures still standing.
Rynar and Rynor stood side by side. Both of them turned toward the waiting area, where two familiar figures were watching
They were the only ones left, Rovric and Ragric.
Rynar lifted his chin slightly, his tone steady but sharp.
"Now it's just the two of you left. Come on down. Let's finish this today."
The crowd stirred instantly.
The Revalis clan's top youth cultivators against the terror twins.
Everyone could feel the weight of the moment.
Rovric stepped forward first, his red cloak fluttering slightly behind him.
He rested his sword against his shoulder, his eyes locked on Rynar.
"Indeed, you've both become stronger than before. I'll give you that much."
He tightened his grip on the sword, flames flickering along the blade.
"But don't think we've been sitting around doing nothing. We've trained harder than anyone else. Just like you."
