Challenges

As the two boys locked eyes across the table, the air between them thickened. The Tremo hummed steadily in the background, but here, in this small space among the passengers, the world seemed to slow. The moment was theirs, and theirs alone.

Stacy leaned over to Obal, her voice barely a whisper, but filled with curiosity. "Who do you think will win?"

Obal, eyes narrowed with concentration, studied the two boys carefully. "Both of them look strong," she said, her gaze flicking between the boy in armor with the two swords at his side, and the boy in the green tunic who stood with a casual ease. "But the one in green... he seems to have the upper hand."

Stacy squinted, watching the boy in black who was facing off against the other. "The guy in armor looks pretty tough too."