"He really did it…"
A man with golden hair and eyes like the sun leaned forward, staring at the screen where Adam stood in the arena, surrounded by golden embers.
Krozak's lifeless body lay at his feet.
A slow smirk formed on the man's lips. "Fearless."
Beside him, another man—same golden hair, same sun-like eyes—nodded. His expression was unreadable, but there was a glint of satisfaction in his gaze.
"That's why he's the best candidate this year." His voice was calm, confident. "I chose him for a reason."
But then—
"Father."
A younger voice cut in.
Darren.
Golden-haired, just like them, but his eyes carried something else—concern.
"Isn't this risky?" He leaned forward, his fingers tightening into fists. "You know the Abyssborn Ravagers are insanely vengeful about their own."
He exhaled sharply.
"Krozak was one of their elites. I bet word of his death has already reached them."
"They wouldn't dare set foot in the Origin Academy."
