Nathan vs Ajax the Great! (1)

As if sensing the lingering doubt in Hector's mind, Nathan's lips curled into a confident smirk, his icy demeanor softening just enough to show a flicker of assurance. "I'll definitely win. Don't worry."

There was something in that smirk—a spark of unshakable belief that seemed to cut through the tension in the air. For a moment, Hector found himself caught between worry and trust, unsure which emotion to hold onto.

Then, he sighed, his shoulders relaxing slightly as he allowed a small smile to cross his face.

"Alright," Hector said, his voice steady now. "Beat him up."

Nathan's smirk widened, his icy aura intensifying as the mana around him began to stir.

"Oh, I will," Nathan replied, his gaze shifting back to Ajax. The air between them seemed to crackle with anticipation, the battlefield growing silent as if the world itself was holding its breath.