"The next bout will be a test of restoration and resilience! A clash between those who safeguard life on the battlefield! Representing the Empire: Elara of the Silver Light! And representing the Kingdom…"
The announcer paused, the silence stretching like a taut string—
"The First Princess…Nuvian of the Moonlit Grace!"
The reaction was immediate—
Cheers erupted.
Elara swallowed hard, her hands gripping her staff a little too tightly.
Luka placed a hand on her shoulder:
"You've got this. You're stronger than you think."
Elara turned her head, giving him a faint smile. "Thanks… I think."
Arthur rolled his eyes. "Just don't embarrass us. That's all I ask."
Luka shot him a glare but said nothing.
Elara stepped forward, her silver robes flowing with each step.
She looked delicate, almost fragile.
Nuvian met her gaze as she raised her staff.
The announcer raised his hand:
