Chapter: Sirius
The air was thick with tension. The battlefield, once a chaotic free-for-all, had now become a stage for titans.
At the center of it all stood Ragus, ranked fourth, a warrior of monstrous strength. Blood ran down his arm, his muscles straining from the damage he had sustained in previous battles. His breath was ragged, yet his stance remained unshaken.
Opposite him, the Number One Ranker stood unbothered. His silver eyes locked onto Ragus with an unreadable expression. His robes barely had a scratch. It was almost infuriating how calm he looked.
Tolisk, standing at the edge of the battlefield, clenched his fists. He had witnessed Kael fall to Ragus. Now, that same Ragus stood against the most powerful competitor in the trial.
"Is there even a chance?"
Kael, recovering
