The entire arena was already filled up. Every seat had been occupied long before the duel was announced, while hundreds more stood around the edges, eager to witness what many believed would be the end of Arabella Montclair.
Enzo could only palm his mouth as he watched the whole thing unfold. At this point, Arabella and Victor were already facing each other. It was like they didn't even care if anyone else existed, as though they had been waiting for this fight their whole lives.
The atmosphere was heavy, suffocating even. Despite the thousands gathered in the arena, an invisible pressure lingered in the air, making even the strongest wolves restless.
While the crowd was busy mumbling and whispering among themselves, different opinions echoed from every corner of the arena.
"It must be a dye. She can't be a Moonseer. Moonseers are known to have divine abilities, closer to the Moon Goddess herself. She has nothing," a spectator whispered.
