Ivaim's Weakness

After the awards ceremony, the crowd began to slowly disperse, their excited chatter filling the square as people made their way home.

The top five competitors were surrounded by well-wishers, their smiles wide as they proudly accepted their awards.

Halvin handed each of them a certificate, signed and sealed with the town's official stamp, acknowledging their dedication and achievements.

The gleaming pieces of custom-forged weaponry and armor were passed over with a few hearty congratulations and pats on the back.

The air buzzed with the pride of a town that had witnessed its warriors give everything in the trials.

Ivaim lingered for a moment, standing apart from the small group of winners.

He offered his thanks to those who came forward with congratulations—some kind words from the townsfolk, a few joking remarks from fellow fighters, and a few slaps on the back.