Tyron couldnât respond to Ghislainâs suggestion right away.
When was the last time I fought without using mana?
It had to have been over twenty years ago. No one who could wield mana would willingly refrain from using it.
For someone who had mastered mana, abandoning it in a fight felt deeply unsettling. It was like shedding the armor that protected their life.
And yet, the challenge proposed by Ghislain required just that.
This duel wouldnât rely on overwhelming skill or strengthâit demanded courage. Courage strong enough to face death itself without flinching.
All eyes were on Tyron. His subordinates stared at him, waiting to see if he would accept.
âDamn it...â
As Tyron reluctantly accepted, Julien nodded and began preparing. He wrapped bandages around his hands and arms while Deneb approached, helping him secure the bindings.
Deneb whispered, her tone filled with worry.
âAre you sure about this?â
âIâm fine,â Julien replied calmly.
âWhy are you fighting this way? Itâs so reckless.â
She looked deeply concerned. Ghislain had explained this plan earlier, but she still couldnât understand why Julien had to fight under such dangerous conditions.
Julien gave her a small, reassuring smile.
âWho knows? But if Ghislain thought it was necessary, there must be a good reason.ân/oÌ/vel/b//in dot c//om
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