The first duel of the fourth round had been nothing short of breathtaking — a clash so fierce, so magnificent, that even the most skeptical spectators found themselves standing in awe. The arena trembled beneath the weight of every blow, the air crackling with energy as two prodigies confronted one another.
The contenders were none other than Benjamin and Septimius — the latter being the name the people now roared with fervent admiration, unaware of the deeper truth behind it. What began as a one sided beating from Benjamin, soon turned into a display of absolute dominance. In the end, Septimius won.
Septimius had shown no hesitation. His strikes were merciless, precise, and guided by something greater than vengeance. When it was done, there remained no trace of the corruption that had plagued Benjamin's soul. Nathan had erased every vestige of Iblis's foul influence from within him, leaving behind only silence and ash.
And then the silence shattered.
