Seated in the trainees section, Zephyrion calmly took in the sheer scale of the people gathered in the grand coliseum.
They numbered into the thousands, men and women from the secondary Calderalth line. He could spot many familiar figures from his childhood, people who held considerable influence within the South and even the Ferran Empire as a whole.
Even as whispers rippled through the stands, he could feel the piercing gazes of the thousands settling on him. Even the trainees seated beside him kept stealing glances in his direction.
'As expected.'
The thousands present had all come for a singular purpose, to witness the battle between him and Kaiden.
Zephyrion could read the emotions within those stares. Scorn. Pity. Disdain. Amusement. It was obvious how they all thought the battle would end.
Yet, Zephyrion suppressed a faint smile.
Everything was in place.
"Alright, listen up."
Zephyrion shifted his gaze to Garrick, who stood before them with a serious expression.
