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The War of the Primals

Born as the heir to the world's most powerful family of magicians, with a talent for magic that rivals that of the gods, Adall knew happiness only to have it forcibly ripped away from him shortly thereafter. Overnight, he would be banished from his family and condemned to a pathetic life of wandering. Or so it was supposed to happen... How did he become so powerful? Why am I unable to inflict even the slightest injury on him, even using my most powerful spells? Why must I lose to someone I could have killed with a mere murderous intent not long ago? His new calling will be to instill fear and despair in the hearts of his enemies.

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The Scarlet Blood Clot II

After a few minutes of celebrating with the spectators, Adall left the arena and headed towards the goblin king's quarters. Having inquired a bit about its location beforehand, he knew exactly where to go.

However, he wasn't the only one deserting the party, as one of the most prominent spectators had already done so long before he thought of doing it. It was Grimgar who, after maintaining an unshakeable calm throughout all the previous events, was now screaming in anger, overturning everything he could in his room in the cave.

His gaze was currently that of a murderer, and his face was so wrinkled that someone not used to being around him would have had difficulty recognizing him.

Why was he so angry?

It was because of the losses he had suffered during this edition of the Champion's Tournament.

So, was it because of Throk's death?

Of course not! Throk's life was worth even less to him than the sword and shield he had entrusted to him.