The square was full, packed from wall to wall. Torches flamed along the streets. Banners of North, South, East, and West rippled in the wind. The whole city buzzed, breathless.
The herald’s horn cut the air.
“People of Duskfall! For two days you have feasted, danced, and fought in sport. Tonight, the final duel decides the Champion of the Dawn!”
A roar answered him.
“Champion! Champion!”
Selene stood with Liam at the royal podium. Liam stepped forward, his voice steady and commanding.
“Four territories, four strengths, one victor. Let Duskfall’s Boom begin!”
The crowd thundered back:
“Let it begin!”
In the dueling circle, the finalists appeared.
From the North: Erik, broad-shouldered, scarred, wielding his blade like a storm.
From the East: Arin, slim, robes flowing, each moveme
