The most awaited match of the tournament was finally about to begin.
The entire event had already cemented itself as the greatest inter-academy tournament in history. The world had witnessed princes and princesses from the most powerful empires fighting in a single action-packed competition filled with drama that no scriptwriter could have invented.
The viewership numbers were skyrocketing and every kingdom loved the idea of showcasing the power, talent, and future of their youth to the masses.
But as the unspoken rule of this world goes: even when you lay out a feast fit for the gods, someone will always find a way to choke on their own bitterness.
And among those choking were two figures who sat at the very top.
First was Matriarch Sianna. Seated in the VIP box, her eyes fixed on the two professors about to fight. Or rather, about to ruin her. She was calculating every worst-case possibility of Jax winning this match.
