Bored
As the battle raged on around the arena, the air was thick with anticipation, and all eyes were on the combatants.
Among the eight representatives of the major races, not a single expression shifted.
Their faces remained as stoic as ever, their gazes unwavering.
They were watching their champions, but no one would dare to show anything but neutrality.
The champions' struggles were their own, after all, and these representatives would remain impartial, as was their duty.
But as the battle dragged on, there was an undeniable undercurrent of emotion among the parents.
Each one had their reasons, their quiet hopes and unspoken fears, and each felt the pressure of their child's participation in this grand spectacle.
Serenelle's mother stood with her arms crossed, her face set in an icy mask, but there was a tightness around her eyes, a slight clenching of her jaw.