The D-Day:The Legion Challenge begins.

The air was heavy with anticipation as Stanley stood frozen, his eyes wide with shock and disgust. The words Lord June had whispered into Nick's ear still lingered, echoing in Stanley's mind like a dark and sinister chant. The very thought of a father threatening one child with another was abhorrent, a twisted manipulation that left Stanley's stomach churning with anger.

As he struggled to process the cruel tactic, the sound of a horn pierced the air, shattering the tense silence. The blast signaled the summons for all participants in the Legion Challenge to report to the waiting room, where they would prepare for the battles ahead. Stanley's heart sank, his mind reeling with the implications of what he had just witnessed.

In the world of mages, the Legion Challenge was a revered tournament, a showcase of magical prowess and martial skill. Fighters were randomly matched, their abilities and strengths pitted against one another in a test of strength and cunning. But for Nick and Trevor, the random draw had presented a cruel dilemma – they had been matched against each other, a conflict that would force them to choose between their loyalty to one another and their ambition.

Determined to avoid the unbearable prospect of fighting each other, the trio had taken a perilous risk, sneaking into the tournament's inner sanctum under the cover of night to manipulate the draw. The consequences of discovery would be severe – expulsion, disgrace, and the loss of their future prospects as mages. Yet, they had deemed the risk worth taking, their bond of friendship and loyalty stronger than any ambition.

Now, as Stanley stood backstage, his eyes fixed on the majestic arena before him, he felt a sense of trepidation wash over him. The Legion Challenge was about to begin, and the fate of his friend and his brother, and his family's future hung precariously in the balance.

The arena itself became a marvel of magical engineering, a vast, circular expanse of polished silver stone that seemed to shimmer and glow with an ethereal light as the Royal approached. Tiered seating rose up from the floor, a sea of expectant faces, each one eager to witness the spectacle about to unfold.

As the horn's final echoes faded away, a collective murmur swept through the crowd, a sudden, anticipatory hush that signaled the arrival of the royal family. King Ryler Owen Wilson, resplendent in his formal attire, stepped into the arena, his regal presence commanding attention. By his side walked Princess Evelyn Owen Wilson, her beauty and poise captivating the crowd, while Lord Derek Ardo brought up the rear, his eyes scanning the assembly with a mixture of curiosity and calculation.

As the royal party took their seats, the arena erupted into a frenzy of applause and cheering, the noise echoing off the silver stone walls as the crowd welcomed their monarch and the esteemed guests from the kingdom of Everia. Stanley, however, remained frozen, his thoughts still reeling from the events that had transpired in the hut.

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Stanley's eyes narrowed, his gaze burning with an unspoken fury as he stood frozen in place. His stare lingered on Evelyn, the seconds ticking by like hours as he struggled to reconcile the woman he thought he knew with the reality before him. She sat poised and regal beside King Owen Ryler, the grandeur of the throne and the majesty of the monarch himself underscoring her status. The truth hit Stanley like a thunderclap: Evelyn was the princess.

A maelstrom of emotions churned within him, doubt and anger swirling together like tempestuous seas. He recalled the countless conversations they had shared, the laughter and the whispers, and the quiet moments of vulnerability. She had told him her name was Evelyn Ian, a simple, unassuming name that belied the grandeur of her true identity. The realization cut deep, a jagged blade of betrayal that sliced through his trust and left him unsteady.

What else had she lied about? The question echoed through his mind like a haunting refrain, each repetition fueling his growing sense of unease. He thought back to their time together, searching for any hint of deception, any telltale sign that she had been hiding behind a mask of falsehood. The memories he had cherished now seemed tainted, the joy and the laughter laced with the bitter taste of anger than betrayal.

As he stood there, lost in the turmoil of his own thoughts, the arena seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them, suspended in a sea of uncertainty. The air was heavy with unspoken words, the silence between them a palpable thing that pulsed with tension. Stanley's eyes never left Evelyn's face, his gaze a piercing scrutiny that sought to strip away the facade and reveal the truth beneath.

And yet, even as his anger and hurt simmered just below the surface, he couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to the story, that there must've been a good reason why she lied. A spark of curiosity flickered to life within him, a flame that burned brighter with each passing moment. For some reasons, he felt bound to under her and stay calm.

Slowly, Stanley took a step forward, his eyes never leaving Evelyn's face. The movement was a subtle challenge, a silent demand for answers that would not be ignored. The princess, sensing the weight of Stanley's face, looked around to find out what felt so heavy on her. She met his gaze with a steady, unwavering stare, her eyes flashing with a hint of defiance, a spark of warning that seemed to say: "Be careful, Stanley. I am sorry. I promise to explain."

"Hey, Stan. You good?" Jacquie asked as she noticed the tension on his face. He gave no reply. In fact, it didn't seem like he heard. She tried and to follow his eyes and ended up looking up at the Beauty of the Realm. She nudged him in his side.

"Woah!" He yelled out of shock. "What?" He asked loudly.

"I see you're looking at the princess, ey. She's outta your league." Jacquie teased.

"Are you sure? Trust me, I'm going to get her!" Stanley was so confident because he was already on the quest. Then he remembered again, what about her becoming a mage? She can't if she didn't win in one of these battles. And obviously, the princess can't be allowed to fight in the presence of that much people. How's it going to go?

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The tournament commenced, the air thickening with anticipation as the cadets took to the arena. The rules were clear: no fight to the death, a merciful constraint that allowed the combatants to showcase their skills without mortal consequence. The cadets were free to unleash their martial prowess, and their Hits too. Surrender was an option, though none would dare take it, their pride and honor hanging precariously in the balance.

The first battle was a fleeting whisper of movement, a swift and decisive victory that left the crowd breathless. The second pair of combatants took to the arena, their eyes locked in a fierce stare. Nick, his face set in a determined mask, stood tall alongside his opponent, a towering figure from Bart, one of the hold of Miravalia, a region renowned for its ruthless warriors. The crowd's murmurs grew louder, their speculation about the forthcoming battle hanging like a challenge in the air.

As the two opponents faced off, the atmosphere became increasingly charged, the very air seeming to vibrate with the promise of violence. The Miravalian warrior, his massive frame radiating an aura of menace, cracked his knuckles in anticipation, the sound echoing through the arena like a shot. Nick, undaunted by his opponent's intimidating presence, stood firm, his eyes blazing with a fierce determination, his fists clenched and ready. The crowd held its collective breath, sensing that this battle would be far more than a mere exhibition of martial skill – it would be a clash of wills, a test of strength that would leave only one warrior standing.