SCARLET OMEGA’S POV
Roman Castillo.
The name rippled through the arena like a stone breaking the surface of still water.
Whispers erupted from every corner of the training grounds.
"What?"
"Why is he here?"
"Roman never participates in freshman assessments."
"I almost feel sorry for her."
I barely heard any of it.
My entire focus remained fixed on the man walking toward the ring.
He wasn't in any hurry.
Every step he took was measured, effortless, carrying the quiet confidence of someone who had never once questioned whether the ground beneath his feet belonged to him.
His dark training shirt clung to broad shoulders, the sleeves rolled carelessly to his forearms. There wasn't a single unnecessary movement as he climbed into the ring, stopping several feet away from me.
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