Vivienne watched the match with wide eyes.
Well, if you could even call it a match. It ended fast.
Luneth and Lindarion completely wrecked Adam and Valen.
'Adam's all brawn, no brain. And Valen… well, he doesn't like trying too hard when he knows it's pointless.'
Vivienne replayed the entire battle in her mind—it probably lasted a couple of minutes, at best.
Lindarion's performance was… absurd. His strength? Even more so.
'So this is how strong he's become…'
She remembered the young elf who had once danced with her at a ball. But the one before her now? He was leagues beyond them—so much so that it felt like he was toying with them.
A chill ran down her spine. Her brown eyes flicked to Lindarion as he casually sat down beside Luneth, completely unbothered.
'Just how much more strength are you hiding…?'
—
'Hm?'
Lindarion blinked as he took his seat, the weight of countless gazes pressing into him. But one, in particular, stood out.
'Vivienne?'
