First-Year Semifinal Match:
Snow Lionheart vs. Ghost Umbra.
The silent assassin who had never shown his full strength before—
Against the chosen Hero.
Ghost slowly opened his palm, staring at it. Thick gloves covered his skin.
Beneath them lay scorched, hardened flesh—toughened over years of gripping daggers.
The finest product of the Shadow Court.
The son of its greatest assassin.
"An assassin always fights from the shadows."
An assassin never reveals his trump cards.
That was the creed he had lived by.
And among the roaring crowd, he knew—
Those eyes were on him.
Mist Umbra stood hidden in the shadows, silently watching his son.
Since Ghost's birth, his father's words had been engraved deep within his soul.
Fighting with all your strength in front of the world—
Revealing everything—
Was a grave sin to the Shadow Court.
Yet…
"I want to know…"
Ghost muttered.
