Kaelen Dragonyx, a boy who lost both his parents and his mentor in the most ruthless way possible, decided in his heart to become the strongest swordsman in the world to protect the last remaining family he had, which is the only child of his mentor and his childhood friend. But along the line, he discovered that he is the most talentless boy of the generation which made his road towards being the strongest swordsman to be much further away and daunting than he could imagine. Be he didn't give up until he stumbled upon a sword that drastically changed his fate.
Carmilia and Vlahiç could barely contain themselves. The moment Guinevere's loss was declared, a ripple of laughter escaped their lips, echoing through the VIP section of the coliseum. Carmilia, her icy blue eyes glinting with a mixture of amusement and condescension, leaned back in her seat, her voice laced with a mocking tone.
"Well, well, it seems your little firebrand wasn't quite up to the task, General," she chuckled, glancing sideways at General Cao. "All that fire, yet so easily extinguished by that boy's endless mana. I must say, I expected more from her."
Vlahiç joined in with a sharp laugh, his hand slapping the armrest of his chair. "Perhaps she should spend less time trying to ignite herself and more time mastering control. It's a shame, really. I was looking forward to a more... explosive performance."