Orchestral Symphony [3]

The crowd hummed with anticipation as Lopt and a man taller than him and bulkier stepped onto the battlefield, standing across from each other. The sun hung overhead, its golden rays casting long shadows beneath them.

Aiden took in Lopt's opponent's attire. He wore a long, flowing desert robe with a deep hood that shaded his face. The cloth wrapped around the lower half of his face left only his nose and mouth visible, andhe wore dark leather gloves covered his hands.

Sevan, arms crossed, leaned slightly toward Aiden, seeing Aiden's reaction. "That outfit's from the Solvahari tribe," he murmured. "The people there live in a desert. You know, the Northern part of Soleil? Their fighters are trained to rely on more than just sight. If he's wearing that, he's probably from one of the warrior clans."