The roaring noise of the coliseum washed over the royal viewing platform like distant thunder.
Thousands of voices merged together, cheering, screaming, gasping, as blades clashed and mana exploded across the battlefield below. The air trembled with the force of it all.
Princess Kang Yuna sat still.
Her posture was perfectly straight upon the ornate throne prepared for the royal family, hands folded neatly over her lap, golden silk sleeves cascading like liquid sunlight around her wrists.
From afar, she looked like the image of royal grace.
Elegant. Calm. Untouchable.
Her sapphire eyes slowly scanned the battlefield below.
Each movement. Each clash. Each hesitation.
She watched everything.
Participants collided across the shrinking arena, spells flaring and bodies crashing into fractured stone. Some contestants fought with dazzling magical techniques while others relied purely on brute strength.
Even the weakest among them—
Were far stronger than ordinary mages.
