The whole arena felt like it was holding its breath.
All eyes turned toward the stage as the magical panels hovering in the air shimmered with new text:
Quarterfinal Match 4: Logan Smith vs. Rovan Yale
A hushed silence fell over the noble balcony, thick with anticipation.
Alice clutched the edge of her seat, her knuckles pale. "Logan…" she breathed, heart thundering—from the fear of uncertainty. Logan had already won the earlier two matches. Though hard-fought, he had managed to pull through. But this… this opponent was different. Rovan was not just strong. He was talented.
Beside her, Rudeous stood still, arms crossed, but his gaze was heavy. He wasn't just a father now—he was the head of House Smith, and every noble present would weigh his son's performance. The pressure sat on his shoulders like a mountain.
