The crowd whispered nervously. "Why had he stayed? Was it mercy… or was it something far more dangerous?"
Elysia gaze flickers to Calvane. Edwin straightened, his body aching, but his spirit burning.
Calvene, the loyal and trusted subordinate of the Celestial Royal, strode into the arena with steady steps.
His eyes, sharp and unwavering, swept across the battlefield where fire raged wildly. Flames twisted and crackled like beasts hungry for destruction, devouring the ground and filling the air with searing heat.
From the stands, the nobles shifted uneasily. Their hushed whispers rippled through the audience, a chorus of fear and speculation.
Calvene finally stopped at the edge of the burning field. He lifted his hand, his voice carrying across the arena like a sharp blade cutting through smoke.
"Extinguish the fire. Now."
