A FORBIDDEN NAME

The tension in the Northern Wind Spire Coliseum reached a crescendo as Seraphine declared for the next challenge to be issued. The air crackled with anticipation, and the crowd fell into a hushed murmur as none other than the Devouring King stepped forward. His imposing figure radiated authority, his black robes fluttering as an ominous, devouring aura seemed to ripple around him.

The spectators erupted into discussion, voices overlapping in excitement and speculation.

"Who will he choose this time?"

"Devouring King always picks someone strong—could it be Kaelen or Aric?"

"I bet he's going to dominate this match, no matter who it is."

In the VIP section, Lysander, the Crown Prince, leaned back with a smug look, his fingers lightly drumming on the armrest of his luxurious chair. A faint smirk adorned his face as he muttered under his breath, "Show them who's boss, Devouring King. Crush anyone who dares stand in your way."