In the meantime, as the battle between the two young warriors had ended, another person at the highest tier of the underground arena was also celebrating.
He was partially concealed in his room, and only his shadow could be seen.
He was Prince Helcurt of Phyrexia, a kingdom in the south.
He was also young, about 15 years old,d with long black hair tied into a braid… He seemed just like a normal nobleman at first but his fingers were adorned with rings that could emit mana.
Indeed, his attire wasn't that close to a knight but closer to a magician, as he doesn't have a sword, even a ceremonial one.
Nonetheless, he was wearing a tailored obsidian coat that marked him as nobility, though none in this den of fighters would recognize him.
Phyrexia's princes did not announce their presence light,y and he had entered this kingdom secretly after all.
Beside him stood his retainer, Veylis, a stoic man. His hands were clasped behind his back and like a statue, as he was almost unmoving.
