Matches Resume

The anticipation in the arena was electric, the crowd's chatter blending with the rustling banners and the occasional sound of a horn signaling the start of another match.

Charlotte Hazerlink stood at the edge of the preparation area, her focus unwavering as she adjusted her gloves and tested the weight of her dual swords. Each blade was a testament to her meticulous nature, honed to perfection and ready to strike with deadly precision.

Elara and Cruzer, seated near the front, exchanged a glance. While Elara's nervous energy was palpable, Cruzer's calm confidence served as a grounding force.

"She's got this," Elara said, her voice a mix of reassurance and hope, as if trying to convince herself as much as Cruzer.

Cruzer leaned forward slightly, his sharp eyes scanning the arena. "She's more than ready. Rylen's tough, but Charlotte's sharper. She knows how to handle someone like him."