The moment the rest time ended, a deep, resonant chime rang through the air—clear, final.
No more waiting.
Now came the declarations.
There was a hush—not the silence of nerves, but the razor-fine stillness that only came when blood was imminent. All eyes shifted to the center dais, where an ethereal glyph pulsed above a crystalline platform. The platform shimmered with recognition as a name lit it in violet:
Edran Sylven – Rank 7
He stepped forward with deliberate calm. No hesitation. No uncertainty.
"I challenge," he said, his voice projected by mana amplification across the basin, "Mireilla Dane."
The glyph flickered, adjusted.
Challenge Accepted. Combatants: Edran Sylven vs. Mireilla Dane.
