"It's the third stage…"
He said it inwardly, with no sign of tension showing on his face. Only his eyes, lit with a faint flicker, were watching the arena before him, its edges still stained by the remnants of past battles.
The opponent stood there, on the opposite side, holding a longbow gleaming with shades of dark blue. His eyes more like carvings etched into his face did not move. Precise and steady, they tracked every pulse, every breath.
His name… was Sigard. A fighter known for using a rare skill: "Embodiment." He could convert his energy into physical arrows, shooting them with incredible accuracy. His right eye was closed, and his left glowed with a vertical line of light, as if it were a thermal gauge analyzing everything before him.
In the upper corner of the stands sat Kyle, his brows furrowed, watching silently. Beside him sat Alistair, hands clasped together, eyes shifting between Valerian and the opponent.
