The battlefield was silent for a brief moment. Dust still lingered in the air from Arthur's previous attack, the remains of his defeated foes scattered around him.
Only 17 opponents remained, their faces filled with tension and determination. Among them were Prince Cedric and Prince Xavier, the twin prodigies of the Hartfield Royal Family.
Arthur stood calmly, his golden eyes scanning his opponents. He could feel their hesitation. Though they tried to mask it with battle-ready stances, the fear in their hearts was clear.
"You're not attacking?" Arthur said, his voice echoing across the stage. "Then I'll come to you."
With a single step, he vanished. A gust of wind followed his movement, and in the blink of an eye, he was already in front of Prince Cedric and Prince Xavier.
