Destroyer of Ice and Fire

Exclamations and cheers rose without interruption from the Arena of Fire and Blood, soaring to the horizon. The air in the whole of Eichemalar seemed to be shaking.

An arcane master in charge of routine patrols walked out of a tunnel and looked at a scoreboard beside the field. This man wearing a silver-white mask on the left side of his face, apparently around the same age as Carter and the others, smiled faintly and mumbled to himself, “This year, all the teams from St. Lauren seem pretty good. Agate Academy is actually leading Hunter Academy three to one.”

After talking to himself, this arcane master no longer looked at the field. He swept his eyes over the stands in front of him, looking for any potential suspicious person.

His body froze just then. A terrible aura hard to put into words suddenly got a hold of him.

All the stands around him, including the sky above the arena, everything seemed to have become incomparably pale in his eyes.

These cheers and acclaims arising nonstop...