Dante's Proclamation!

A Veilbourne…?

Aldrich felt his stomach sink at the mere mention of the word.

A duel akin to an Agni Kai, where two fire-type mystics clash over honour, the victor being the one who burns their opponent first.

But in a Veilbourne, there were only two possible outcomes: drain your opponent of mana or surrender.

"No way! No damn way Aldrich is playing that game!"

Saldrich's voice rang out with sharp defiance, her disbelief mirroring Aldrich's thoughts. This wasn't just some sparring match, it was a death sentence for him.

There was no strategy, no tricks to exploit. A Veilbourne was an arena of raw power, a battlefield where outside interference was strictly forbidden.

The slightest violation meant immediate disqualification, and any attempt to cheat? A disgrace that would stain his name forever.

And Kyle Dandada?

Aldrich felt his hands grow clammy. There wasn't a universe where he could win against someone like him.