Mira Hale's voice cut through the lingering cheers like a blade—calm, professional, but carrying an undercurrent of something heavier.
"Due to direct orders from the Academy Council, the following students will not be permitted to participate in their scheduled duels."
A low murmur rippled through the colosseum—commoners confused, nobles suddenly attentive.
Mira continued without pause.
"Lysandra Nightshade. Zerra Nightshade. Xylandra Nightshade. Valeforia Nightshade. And finally… Aethoniel Nightshade."
She let the names hang for a moment—then delivered the verdict.
"As such… victory is automatically awarded to their respective opponents."
The murmur became a wave.
Commoners groaned—disappointed.
Nobles leaned forward—smirks spreading like wildfire.
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Back in the high gallery—
Lysandra's crimson eyes snapped to Aiden—narrowed, accusing.
"You did this. Didn't you?"
Aiden met her gaze—expression calm, unapologetic.
"I might've… suggested it."
