Up in the main commentary box, the floating speakers crackled before a loud voice broke the heavy silence over the stadium.
"Sixty seconds left on the clock!" Cynthia's voice echoed across the big stands, full of her usual excitement, though even she sounded surprised. She tossed her long purple hair back, leaning over the rail, her loose coat flapping.
"The Primus, Leo von Celestial, is still standing after taking a beating from the academy's best first-years! His uniform is torn, his blood is on the ground, but look at his face — he is still smiling! Can he survive the final minute, or will the first-year monsters bury him right here?!"
The crowd of thousands burst into a loud roar, the noise shaking the stone walls of the stadium.
High above the chaos, standing on the white stone of the Student Council balcony, Elian leaned lazily against the marble railing. The Grandmaster prince had his usual charming smile on his face, but his eyes were sharp, watching the fight below.
