Dilhan stood tall in the duel grounds, his sharp blue eyes fixed on his opponent. Opposite him was a scrawny student named Faris—his opponent. The poor boy's legs were already trembling, and his expression screamed one thing: Why in all the hells am I even here?
Faris's thoughts ran wild. What was I thinking challenging Dilhan Ven Londor?! Am I insane? He stole a glance at the cheering crowd surrounding the arena. His gaze quickly flickered to the corner of the duel grounds, where Princess Morgana herself was entering, her regal figure commanding everyone's attention.
Oh, gods, no! Why is she here?! She's watching me! Morgana's actually watching me! I'm going to humiliate myself in front of her and everyone!
As if answering his internal meltdown, the announcer's voice echoed, amplified by an arcane spell.