Climax.

“Dragov Dragonmir, it’s your turn to take the stage!” The red-haired referee called out, since Damien had been escorted out of the battle ring by the reserve team of the Bloodline Academy.

Now, it was only Marcus Sanctus who awaited Dragov for the climactic final match to commence at the battle ring.

Without hesitation, Dragov rose from his seat and began his deliberate stride toward the battle ring, the resounding drag of his battle axe accompanying each of his slow yet steadfast steps as he made his way to the battle ring stairs.

“Dragov!!!” The fans of the Bloodline Academy erupted in cheers, their voices ringing out even before he set foot in the arena.

It was as if they were summoning him to make things right, to secure victory for their Academy team.

To them, Dragov was not only the last warrior standing but also the captain of their Academy squad.

And they placed the weight of their academy’s ambitions squarely on