The cheers began to fade. Not from exhaustion, but from dissatisfaction. The audience had not come merely to witness victory they came for destruction wrapped in elegance. And so far, many had only found raw aggression without form.
Fourth Duel:
Rowen Eldric of Umbra faced Theren Aldwyne of Solaria.
Rowen, the son of a war veteran, opened the match with crude fire magic and relentless physical assaults. Theren tried to answer with a more refined sword style, carefully practiced under his noble instructors. But the gap in intensity was too wide. Rowen pushed forward without rhythm or grace just pressure and power until Theren fell.
"Victory to Rowen Eldric."
The crowd clapped, but few were impressed. Wild talent without discipline failed to stir admiration among those raised on control.
Fifth Duel:
Julieth Marrowe, daughter of the Imperial Security Commander, faced Halden Straye of Umbra, the son of a village drunkard.
Julieth struck fast, leaving no room to breathe. Wind magic and short blades danced through Halden's slow, defensive form. The match ended in less than a minute.
"Victory to Julieth Marrowe"
The audience nodded in approval. At least this was clean and professional. But still, not enough to spark real conversation.
In the imperial stands, Archon remained reclined, eyes half-closed. He looked as if he were asleep, but none believed he truly was.
Emperor Gaius, seated beside him, spoke without turning.
"Two wins from Umbra, two from Solaria. Balanced. Should I be disappointed?"
Soren opened his eyes slowly. His gaze cut through the quiet arena.
"It's not about results. It's about hunger."
The Emperor arched a brow.
"You see no resolve?"
"Resolve can be taught," Soren replied flatly. "But the courage to break that's rarer."
The Emperor paused. The wind brushed the hem of his robe.
"They haven't shown it yet?"
"Not yet," Soren answered. "They're still playing. Hitting, blocking, hoping to win. But they haven't tried to destroy the beliefs of their opponents."
The Emperor narrowed his eyes, then smiled faintly.
"Perhaps you thirst too much for ruin, Archon."
Soren turned his gaze away again, his eyes falling half-closed once more.
"Or perhaps they're too comfortable with hope."