The concrete ring had barely settled from the previous clash.
Cracks webbed across its surface, mana residue flickered faintly, and smoke still curled from one scorched edge. Students whispered excitedly, amongst themselves, replaying the last match with wild gestures even as their eyes remained glued to the arena.
The next fight was just moments away.
Damian watched the partially damaged ring with a thought as the announcer called out for the next student.
"Cecile Rosario and her challenger please step forward!" He roared.
The mention of her name brought a black cloud over the hearts of the students on the second row.
Cecile descended the stairs with a nod as like everyone, the crowd cheered for her entrance.
"I wonder how she's feeling about this…" Damian whispered.
"Likewise..." she replied. "Cecile will be fine right?..."
A calm voice from Elise was enough to help soothe her worries.
"Cecile's strong... She won't lose..."
