The tension on the training grounds shifted yet again.
Luneth had dismantled Vivienne without much effort, and now—Sera looked like she just wanted more.
Lindarion had seen it coming the moment Vivienne hit the ground.
This wasn't about rankings, wasn't about rivalry—Sera wanted a real fight, between the strongest students.
Her burning red eyes locked onto him.
"Sunblade. You're up."
Lindarion exhaled.
'Of course…who would've thought. This is just my luck.'
Some students straightened, others whispered, sensing the weight of what was about to happen.
Cassian muttered under his breath, "Oh, she's just throwing you to the wolves now."
'What the hell is he talking about?'
Lindarion ignored him.
He had fought before—real fights, life-or-death fights.
Luneth?
She fought like someone who had never struggled, never needed to desperately survive.
She moved like she had always been in control.
And now?
Now, he was about to show her what it meant to not be in control for once.
