Sianor frowned as Dahlia walked toward the arena. He stepped closer to Rachel, lowering his voice. "Isn't this risky?"
Rachel kept her eyes on Dahlia's back. "Don't worry. Mersha's elixirs… are better than they taste."
She paused, watching Dahlia step into the center. "At the very least… she won't die."
Sianor didn't look convinced, but he didn't stop her. He turned his attention back to the arena.
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Dahlia rolled her neck as she walked, loosening her shoulders.
Her grip tightened slightly as she stepped onto the cracked ground of the arena.
Across from her, Camille stood still, observing. Her gaze traveled slowly over Dahlia, her lips curving faintly.
"So… Darius's daughter is the one standing in front of me, huh? Feels strange, fighting his daughter."
Dahlia snorted without slowing. "He's not my father. Don't feel bad about fighting me! I'm the one who's going to win."
Camille exhaled softly, amused. "We'll see."
She raised her hand and flicked her wrist.
