The tension in the Mirage Field had barely settled from Sevan's loss when the next duel was announced.
"Next match: Jarek Guerra versus Ivara!" the announcer called.
Aiden, Sevan, Adrian, and Rupert went back in the stands, their attention snapping to the field below. The ground shimmered under the influence of illusion magic, making distances deceptive and footing unpredictable.
It was an arena meant to challenge perception and adaptability- a battlefield that seemed to favor someone as smart as Ivara.
But brute force was not something illusions could trick.
Jarek rolled his shoulders, gripping the handle of his massive mace.
His fighting style was simple: break whatever was in front of him. And if it didn't break the first time, hit it harder.
Aiden felt like Jarek will lose.
