After a few more intense matches, Towan, Elliot, and Alira exchanged relieved glances, convinced their names wouldn’t be called. Each clash had been scrutinized by Rheon’s unyielding gaze, his critiques precise and unwavering. The pressure of sparring under such scrutiny weighed heavily on all the students.

The latest fight concluded, and Rheon stepped forward to deliver his assessment. His voice carried across the hall as he dissected the techniques, decisions, and missteps of the participants.

“Looks like we’re safe,” Towan muttered, exhaling deeply.

“Yeah, we got lucky,” Elliot added, leaning back in his chair.

Alira, despite her experience as the 25th ranked student, looked equally relieved. “I’d be a wreck fighting in front of him,” she admitted. Her confidence wavered at the thought of Rheon’s legendary gaze dissecting her every move.

Just as the trio began to relax, Rheon’s voice cut through the hall. “The next match will be between…” he paused, his piercing eyes scanning the room before turning toward their direction. “Towan and Elliot. Step onto the arena.”

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The brothers froze. “Us?” they said in unison, their voices a mix of disbelief and dread.

“Surely there’s some mistake, Professor?” Towan tried, his tone almost pleading.

Rheon’s sharp gaze locked onto him, his expression leaving no room for argument. “No mistake,” he said firmly. “And I won’t repeat myself.”

Towan and Elliot exchanged a panicked glance. Around them, murmurs filled the hall as students leaned closer, their curiosity piqued.

“They’re those two brothers, right?” one whispered.

“Do they even use elemental Essentia?” another asked.

“I’ve never seen them fight,” a third chimed in.

The brothers rose reluctantly, their hearts pounding as they made their way to the arena. Alira gave them a supportive, albeit nervous, smile. “Good luck,” she whispered as they passed.

As Towan and Elliot stepped into the arena, the air grew heavy with anticipation. Rheon stood silently, his arms crossed as he observed them, his expression unreadable.

“This isn’t just about testing your abilities,” Rheon said, his voice calm but commanding. “It’s about understanding who you are as warriors. Show me what you’re capable of.”

Towan and Elliot nodded hesitantly, their nerves visible in their stiff movements. They took their positions, facing each other, their natural Essentia faintly shimmering around them.

The crowd fell silent, eager to witness the unknown skills of the two brothers. Meanwhile, Rheon’s gaze lingered on them, his sharp eyes seeming to peer straight into their souls.

“Begin,” he said, and the arena erupted into motion.