Challenge IV

"Are you going to challenge him next?" asked one student, a reptilian being with scales glistening under the academy's lights. He had the appearance of a walking lizard, complete with clawed hands and a tail swaying behind him.

Leonart, the Dragonborn, stood at the center of the group, his golden eyes locked onto Asher's retreating figure. His imposing frame and the faint glimmer of scales across his skin spoke volumes about his heritage. He didn't flinch as he responded, his voice deep and resolute. "My pride won't let me rest until I defeat him and reclaim my number one spot."

Like Tiara before him, Leonart had once been a reigning champion in his own academy, a title he wore with pride. But here, in the World Academy, he had lost his top position to Asher. Now, his resolve burned brightly—he would take back what he believed was rightfully his.

The lizard-like student tilted his head. "You better be careful. He's different. Even Tiara couldn't take him down."