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King Edward, sitting on his throne, watched with wide eyes as Cain, vanquished the formidable champion of House Black Fire, the reigning champion of the tournament. A mixture of surprise and pride washed over him as he witnessed Cain’s display of skill and determination, delivering a fatal blow that sent his opponent’s head rolling across the blood-stained ground.

The king’s astonishment quickly turned into unbridled joy, and a proud smile spread across his face. Rising from his throne, he joined the thunderous applause that reverberated through the arena. The crowd erupted in a frenzy of celebration, their cheers echoing off the stone walls, their admiration for Cain resounding like a battle cry.

As the tumultuous noise gradually subsided, King Edward made his way down from the dais, his steps filled with a newfound energy and enthusiasm. He approached Agnes, who stood at the edge of the arena, her eyes still fixed on Cain, a mix of relief and admiration evident in her gaze.

“Agnes,”