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The rest of the fourth round continued without issue. Foley held his own in a fight against a woman armed with two quarter staffs, relying on his tried-and-true method of putting up his defenses and waiting for his enemy to tire. For several minutes, she beat on his shields like she was playing the drums, but when she realized she couldn’t break through, she surrendered, able to walk out of the arena with some of her dignity intact. Not long after, Saimallah claimed victory in another one-sided beatdown against a church agent, never even touching his opponent. The round ended with Seraph narrowly defeating an axe wielder, due much in part to luck. The man was mighty and skilled with his weapon, but the fact remained that if Seraph still had his magic, he wouldn’t have even been a challenge. All of the prince’s victories were won by the skin of his teeth.

Moments later, she arrived. “My Lord, Sophia is here to see you. Are you all right?”“I’m fine,” Noah panted, “just doing some training.”“Your nose is bleeding.” Noah wiped his nose, revealing a red streak on his hand. “Are you sure you’re well?”

“Well, well, well, we meet again, younger brother. You’re looking well.”“I’m not your brother, not anymore, not after what you did to our family! You killed our master and our sibling disciples!”“All I did was sever the bonds holding me back. Family? Love? That’s for the weak!”