In the real world, Benjamin, Avil, and Nikita burst out of the magical gate. They hit the ground hard, rolling across the arena floor.The crowd erupted in cheers and applause, not realizing what had happened inside.Benjamin looked up first—and saw Draco standing in front of them, glaring coldly.His eyes narrowed. Because of Draco, Sadi couldn’t make it out with them.Benjamin stood, just as General Mason approached.“General, we need help,” Benjamin said quickly.Mason frowned. “What happened?”“There’s a celestial beast in there. It attacked us. Sadi stayed behind to fight it.”Mason’s eyes widened. “A celestial beast?”“Yes,” Benjamin confirmed. “We couldn’t stop it. That thing... it’s too powerful. We need to do something—now.”Mason froze for a second. He looked deep in thought, as if something clicked in his mind.“What kind of beast was it?” he asked.“It’s Drakari. The Aries sign.”Mason didn’t respond. He turned sharply and leapt onto the upper floor, where the sages and le

Damon stormed into the chamber and, without a word, slapped Draco across the face.Draco staggered back, eyes wide. He slowly touched his cheek, lowering his gaze in silence.“This is ridiculous!” Damon roared. “You couldn’t even capture the beast?”Draco stammered, “Father… that beast was too strong to handle.”“Shut up!” Damon snapped. His voice thundered through the room. “Then how did Sadi—that worthless boy—manage to capture it? Are you that pathetic?”Draco’s shoulders slumped. He couldn’t look his father in the eyes.“You’ve ruined everything,” Damon growled, veins bulging in his temple. “You’ve spilled water on all my plans.”“I… I’m sorry, Father,” Draco murmured, barely audible.Damon took a deep breath, trying to cool the fire in his chest. He stepped back, sank into his chair, and leaned back.He pinched the bridge of his nose, voice now low but still sharp. “Tell me exactly what you saw in there.”Draco nodded hesitantly and began recounting the battle—Sadi’s speed, the s

As the applause echoed across the hall, Sadi stood unmoving—his expression calm, almost unreadable. The Sword of Surtr rested in his hand, its flames now dulled but still warm, as if acknowledging its new master. The badge on his chest gleamed beneath the torchlight, but he didn’t smile.Not yet.He could feel their eyes. Their awe. Their envy. Their doubt.Behind him, the other warriors watched in silence. Some with admiration. Others with veiled resentment.Antonio stood tall, pride lighting up his features. But he kept a hand on Sadi’s shoulder, grounding him.“You’ve done well,” he whispered in his son’s ear. “Now begins the harder part—proving you’re worthy of it.”Sadi gave a small nod. He understood.Ethan dismissed the gathering with a respectful bow. The sages stood, robes flowing behind them like waves, and began to leave in silence. The crowd murmured in groups, buzzing like a stirred hive.Sadi stepped down from the platform.As he moved through the crowd, some gave him no