Chapter 50

In the preperation hall of the participants, a beautiful lady polish her staff in anticipation.

Her delicate fingers moved with the precision of someone who had mastered the art over years of practice. She had bright, captivating eyes that gleamed with a sharp intelligence, their hue reminiscent of the morning sky just after dawn. Her silky, curly hair cascaded in soft waves down to her waist, the tendrils shimmering like dark silk. The strands framed her face elegantly, with a few rebellious curls falling across her high cheekbones, further highlighting her striking beauty.