"He saved me because you said this battle was important to you," Fiona continued. "So if you intend to show him anything… it better not be cowardice."
Zion couldn't help but slowly turn toward the stands.
And there they were.
Azrael Garcia, seated in the center of the VIP box, arms folded but watching intently.
Beside him sat Orion, his expression unreadable. Selene leaned forward on the railing, brows tight, and her father, Gideon, stood behind her. Zion's mother, Leah, looked down with a slight smile, her eyes reflecting quiet pride.
And just beyond them, in a golden chair, the President of the country observed the match with a diplomatic smile.
Zion exhaled slowly.
He turned back to Fiona. A spark ignited in his eyes.
"I see," he murmured. "Then let's make it worthy."
A moment later, the platform trembled. Without another word, Fiona charged. "Frost Beam!"
