In another corner of the Northern Wind Spire Coliseum, the tension surrounding Eldric's final duel was palpable. The audience leaned forward in anticipation as Eldric, the lightning swordsman known for his raw power and tenacity, stood at one end of the mini-arena. Across from him was his opponent, a girl draped in a black robe adorned with crimson runes—a member of the Brightmore House, renowned for their mastery of necromancy and death magic. Her cold, piercing gaze seemed to dissect Eldric, and her smirk exuded condescension.
"Seems like Eldric will have it rough from the point forward"
"Huh? What do you mean by that?"
"Can't you see who his opponent is?"
"Uhhh..... I don't really know her...."
"Gosh! That is Annabeth, the cursed tongue"
Annabeth Brightmore, her name whispered through the crowd, was infamous for her ability to provoke and dismantle her opponents mentally before she even struck physically.