A liar ?

For the whole semifinal time, Valeria watched from the stands, her heart steady, her mind calm. She had already fought her own battle in the semifinals, and though she had lost to Varen, she found herself surprisingly at peace. It wasn't a bitter defeat—it was a duel where she had given her all, every ounce of strength and discipline honed over years. Her loss wasn't due to arrogance or miscalculation but because her opponent was simply stronger. It was a reminder of how far she still had to go, a humbling yet invigorating experience. 

Now, her focus was entirely on Lucavion. He stood opposite Lira in the arena, his posture relaxed, his blade held almost carelessly. It was infuriating, that smirk he wore—so dismissive, so confident. And yet, Valeria couldn't look away.