Silence swept the arena as the announcement echoed.
Both Snow and Dawn drew their swords.
Identical slender blades.
Snow would not be allowed to use Vermithor during the Victoriad—it was an event meant to showcase pure, raw skill. Using that blade would have been an unfair advantage.
In other words, the playing field was perfectly balanced.
Dawn took up his defensive stance, surprised when Snow made no move to attack. He simply held his blade in calm silence.
"What are you doing?"
He asked, frowning.
Snow smiled faintly, his golden eyes now shining with a radiant white glow.
"I want to fight you—with swords only."
Dawn's expression darkened the moment he heard those words.
In all their past training sessions, they had sparred hundreds of times using only swords, without elemental power.
In pure swordsmanship… Snow had never once defeated Dawn.
But Snow wasn't the same person anymore.
"Don't regret it later."
Swish!
Dawn vanished.
