The roar of the crowd was deafening. Thousands of voices merged into a single, pulsing wave of sound, an ocean of excitement crashing over the arena. Banners fluttered in the wind, holographic projections displayed our names in blazing letters, and the sheer anticipation in the air was thick enough to taste.
I ignored it all.
The only thing that mattered now was the man standing opposite me.
Lucifer Windward.
The prince of the North. The son of Arden Windward. The future Divine Swordsman.
He was the protagonist of the work I had once read, the unrivaled genius, the one destined to stand above all others.
But today, I wasn't just a spectator to his story. Today, I was going to rewrite it.
I had fought Ren. I had measured myself against him and tested my limits. I knew now where I stood.
And I knew that, even with Lucifer at full power—it was possible.
