The lively atmosphere of the Northern Wind Spire Coliseum buzzed with excitement as the final phase of the individual class battles reached its midway point. In the grand VIP section, Marel leaned closer to Castenada, his sharp eyes fixed on the arena below. "The boy, Kaelen, has done well so far," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "It's surprising, though, how all his opponents from Pacesetters have forfeited against him. It almost seems orchestrated."
Castenada smirked, his arms crossed in a calm yet calculating manner. "Not orchestrated, Marel. Loyalty. They see what he is becoming, and they know what's at stake. Let's not forget he's carrying the blade everyone here seems to have their eyes on. A shame that Dragonyx pretends not to know him, yet his interest in Kaelen is so blatant it's laughable."