If she couldn't win, then she would at least endure.
Asher let out a slow, mocking chuckle and didn't bother to return the bow. "I am First Prince Asher of Gigangum," he said, his voice dripping with amusement.
Then, lowering his tone into something unsettlingly cold, he added, "And I shall instruct you... as you have asked."
The way he said it sent a ripple of unease through the audience.
"He's going to destroy her," someone whispered.
"She should just forfeit now."
Yet despite the murmurs, Nnenna's expression did not waver. She simply took her stance, ready to face whatever came next.
The tension in the air was suffocating. As the match began, the entire arena watched with bated breath. It wasn't just another fight, it was a statement.
A statement about strength, about expectations, and about what was truly possible.
