David Fangblade and Ethan Drakethorne walked slowly towards each other, each step echoing in the silence of the arena.
The whole audience was silent, suppressing their excitement, wanting to enjoy this peak match even more...
The former, David Fangblade, his dark hair streaked with silver, eyes cold and sharp surveying his opponent,
The latter, Ethan Drakethorne, smooth jet-black and composed, with an ever-present air of confidence that felt natural to him, not forced.
David sighed inwardly.
A certain scene suddenly surfaced in his mind.
He and Ethan had been classmates before. They weren't exactly friends, not even close. But even back then, he had always been envious of Ethan—coming from an even more prominent family than his.
They'd talked a few times here and there, just like classmates do, but the scene he was recalling now wasn't from any of those casual talks.
It was right before Ethan awakened his talent, Unfated Scion.