Steel screamed against steel.
The first clash between Alistair and Julian echoed through the Great Hall like a c***k of thunder.
The force alone sent several nobles stumbling backward.
Julian attacked first—not with discipline, but with desperation.
His blade slashed downward.
Alistair caught it effortlessly.
The impact sent sparks dancing across the marble floor.
“You’ve grown stronger,” Julian hissed through clenched teeth.
“I’ve had years to think about this moment,” Alistair answered calmly.
He twisted his wrist.
Julian’s sword was thrown aside just enough for Alistair to drive his shoulder into his brother’s chest.
Julian staggered backward.
The gathered nobles gasped.
The sickly prince they had watched waste away in bed now stood like a seasoned warrior.
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