Yevian sighed with his eyes shut from his mana exhaustion. Although he would have a full tank when the last fight came around, his stomach still felt as though it was squirting uncontrollably.
An odd displeasing feeling.
Yevian still held his wand close to his chest, afraid of it being forgotten of again. Did Yevian really believe he had just forgotten his wand?
It was 50/50. He didn't think the ginger boy would dare to do such a thing to him.
He didn't care for the semi-finals that included the Vietsa girl.
She would win. He was certain of it.
In the last tournament, if he had never shown up, she would've surely won. She as the only one who impressed him.
Yevian breathed in calmly. He was thinking of strategies but nothing exactly came to mind. He had never fought someone with a state before. Although he was the most talented in light magic, he found in battle he was at his strongest with fire and it was something that had irritated him since birth.
"It's fine."
