Author Note: Sorry for the late chaps guys, small technical issue but not with writing.
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Half an hour passed since the end of the Outer-Finals with Levi defeating Etnar in a sudden turn of events.
In the coliseum, guests enjoyed their wait. Carts filled with fruits and small treats were pushed around the rows.
Women dressed lightly fed grapes to figures such as Zufei, Orion, and other Sanction Kings.
High-class nobles in other seating boxes weren't an exception to this either.
Atticus sat on his throne with a straight posture, a smile seeming to never leave his face.
The man standing beside him, Chancellor of Rules and Lord of the Imperial Magistrate within Seeranthel, Ceriron, faced the arena with a calm look on his face.
"Your aspirations sure are big. Far bigger than I had imagined." Ceriron exclaimed.
Atticus' expression didn't change at all on hearing this. His gaze remained steady and confident.
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