The Aftermath – A New Legend is Born

The guild leaders, once confident in Kael's victory, now stared in shock. Some whispered among themselves, realizing that a new force had just emerged.

The audience, which had first looked down upon Krish as a magicless fighter, now stood in awe and fear. Many questioned the true limits of physical strength—could a man like Krish stand against even the most powerful mages?

As the news of the battle spread, Krish and Kishore's names became known worldwide. Some hailed them as heroes, others feared what they represented. Guilds across nations began taking notice, some seeing them as allies, others as potential threats.

Kishore, barely conscious, was rushed to the healers. Krish stayed by his side, watching as his brother slowly recovered, vowing to make him stronger.

As the tournament concluded, Krish realized something—this was only the beginning. The battle had made him famous, but now, new enemies would come.

Krish turned toward the watching guilds. "Remember this day. Because from now on, the world will know…"

"…we are not to be trifled with."

Rising Threats and Unforeseen Challenges

In the days following the tournament, the atmosphere in the city shifted. No longer were Krish and Kishore just two rising talents; they had become symbols of disruption to the established order. While some noble houses extended invitations, hoping to recruit them, others plotted their downfall from the shadows.

An Unwanted Invitation

Three days after the tournament, a messenger from the Grand Magus Council arrived at the inn where Krish and Kishore were staying. He bore a letter stamped with the insignia of the Celestial Blades Guild, one of the most powerful guilds in the world.

Kishore, still bandaged, unsealed the envelope and read aloud:

"By the order of Grand Magus Aldric of Celestial Blades, Kishore of Abyssal Hand is hereby summoned for an audience. Your exceptional display in the tournament has drawn our attention, and we offer you a chance to join our ranks. Reject this offer at your own peril."

Krish's eyes darkened. "They don't want you—they want to control you."

Kishore clenched his fists. "I won't be their pawn."

Without hesitation, he burned the letter in his palm. The messenger watched in stunned silence before scurrying away.

But that night, strange figures began watching their every move.