Seraphine stopped in front of Darius, her sword held tightly in her grip, the gleaming edge reflecting the dim torches of the arena. Her eyes met his, unyielding and cold, the silence between them so palpable that the air seemed to grow thick, oppressive.
Every soul in the stands, every fighter in the arena, paused. It wasn't the fight between Orcas and I that held their attention now, but the tense standoff between these two, whose fates were intertwined in a far more dangerous game.
Darius raised an eyebrow, his expression shifting from seriousness to mild curiosity. "What are you doing?" he asked, his voice laced with mockery.
Seraphine, without a hint of hesitation, spoke before he could finish his sentence, her voice sharply came. "What did you get?"
Darius's brow furrowed in confusion. "Hmm?" He didn't seem to fully understand her question.