The colosseum was still buzzing with the aftermath of Selvara's victory when the pale demoness gracefully took to the air. Her wings spread wide, carrying her upward in a smooth, elegant arc toward the highest gallery where her family waited. Below, the crowd continued to cheer — commoners loud and proud, nobles quieter but still respectful after witnessing such raw dominance.
Selvara landed lightly beside Aiden's seat, her usual sharp expression softened just a fraction by the satisfaction of victory. She folded her arms beneath her chest, pushing her breasts up slightly against the crimson-and-gold uniform, and tried to look unbothered, as if the fight had been nothing special.
Before she could even settle, the praises began pouring in.
