Elara shouldn’t have stayed.The thought lingered at the back of her mind, quiet but persistent, as the trials continued.She should have left when the crowd thickened, when Mara lost interest, when her sister disappeared into the next round of candidates.Instead, she remained where she was, just outside the marked boundary, half-shadowed by the outer wall.Watching.Waiting.For something she couldn’t name.The matches resumed, sharper now. Fewer candidates. Stronger opponents. Every movement carried more weight, more consequence.Elara tried to focus on the fights.Tried to follow the rhythm—step, strike, counter, recover.But her attention kept drifting.Back to the platform.Back to him.He hadn’t moved.Not once.While others shifted, spoke, observed, he remained still—arms at his sides, posture relaxed in a way that didn’t match the tension around him.Like, none of this mattered.Like he had already seen the outcome.Elara swallowed, forcing her gaze back to the field.A name
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