ONLINE: Blades of Eternity-Chapter 203: THE ARRIVAL OF THE VIPS

Sebastian’s voice rang out again, his confident tone cutting through the waves of excitement that had taken over the coliseum.

"And now, esteemed guests, allow me to present one of the most illustrious figures in the realm of martial and magical education—a man whose academy has forged countless champions. I give you the Chancellor of Pacesetters Academy, Castenada of Eldoria!"

The sky above the coliseum shimmered once again, this time with streaks of crimson and gold that intertwined like the strokes of a master painter. A powerful gust of wind swept through the arena as a sleek flying vessel emerged from the horizon, its gleaming hull adorned with the insignia of the Pacesetters Academy: a blazing sword crossing a radiant shield.

Standing at the helm was Castenada, a figure as imposing as his reputation. His silver-tinged hair was swept back, and his piercing green eyes radiated wisdom and authority. His attire—a regal combination of deep crimson and black—was accented by an ornate sash displaying the academy’s emblem.

Beside him stood his closest ally and confidant, Marel, a fiesty looking old man who seems to have experienced all the spectacle their is in the world. Marel’s heavy armor gleamed under the sunlight, a short well crafted wand was being rested in his hands as he waved it leisurely.

The crowd erupted in cheers, their voices reverberating through the coliseum as the vessel gracefully descended. The name "Pacesetters" carried weight in Valoria and beyond, and its leader was a figure of admiration for many.

"Chancellor Castenada is here!"

"They say he personally trains the academy’s top students!"

"Look at that ship—it’s just like the stories!"

As the vessel settled just outside the VIP section, Castenada and Marel disembarked, their steps confident and deliberate.

Castenada entered the VIP section with the same commanding presence that had earned him the respect of kings and commoners alike. He approached King Alexandria and bowed deeply.

"Your Majesty," Castenada said, his voice steady, "it is an honor to be a part of this grand event."

Alexandria nodded with a welcoming smile. "Chancellor Castenada, the honor is ours. The Pacesetters Academy continues to shape the finest talents in the realm. Your presence adds immeasurable value to this gathering."

The First Magi gave Castenada a subtle nod, to which the Chancellor returned a respectful glance. Marel, standing beside Castenada, briefly scanned the VIP section before giving Alexandria a curt bow.

As Castenada took his seat, Marel leaned slightly toward him. "Quite the spectacle," Marel muttered, his voice low enough for only Castenada to hear. "They’ve pulled all the stops for this one."

Castenada smirked faintly. "It’s not the spectacle I’m here for, Marel. It’s the talent. Keep an eye out—there will be no shortage of surprises in this convention."

Marel nodded, his gaze sweeping the arena, already assessing the crowd and their hidden potential.

Sebastian raised his hand again, silencing the crowd with practiced ease.

"With the esteemed Chancellor Castenada now among us, we draw closer to completing our pantheon of honored guests. But let me assure you, ladies and gentlemen, there are still more luminaries to come!"

The crowd’s cheers erupted once more, the anticipation for what lay ahead growing by the second. As the excitement swirled in the air, Castenada and Marel sat poised, ready for whatever the convention might unveil.

Sebastian stepped forward once more, his voice amplified by magic, cutting through the sea of cheers and chatter in the coliseum.

"And now, let us welcome another giant in the realm of education, a visionary who has brought forth prodigies in both magic and strategy. I present to you the Chancellor of the Dawning of Magic Academy, the unparalleled Lockwood of Arcanis!"

All eyes turned toward the sky, where a dazzling display of swirling lights began to materialize. Wind howled as arcs of lightning, streams of water, dancing flames, and crystalline shards of earth coalesced into a massive, majestic mount. The creature, an amalgamation of pure elemental magic, resembled a dragon with shimmering, ever-shifting scales.

Atop this magnificent beast stood Lockwood, his figure radiating authority. His dark blue robes, trimmed with silver and gold, seemed to ripple as though alive with magic. His piercing silver eyes scanned the crowd below, sharp and calculating. A staff adorned with a glowing orb of ever-changing elements rested in his hand, further emphasizing his mastery over the arcane.

A collective gasp rippled through the coliseum, quickly followed by an uproar of astonishment.

"Is that a dragon made of pure elements?!"

"Only Lockwood could summon such a thing!"

"The Dawning of Magic Academy really lives up to its name!"

Even seasoned mages in the audience couldn’t hide their awe, whispering about the level of control and power required to manifest such a creature.

The elemental dragon descended gracefully, its movements as fluid as the magic that created it. As it approached the VIP section, the barriers shimmered briefly before recognizing and granting it entry. Lockwood dismounted effortlessly, landing on the marble platform with a soft thud as the dragon dissolved into a glittering mist.

Lockwood’s demeanor was calm yet commanding as he approached the other dignitaries.

Lockwood bowed slightly to King Alexandria. "Your Majesty," he said in a deep, resonant voice, "the honor is mine to witness this grand occasion hosted by the Valoria Kingdom."

Alexandria nodded with a smile. "Lockwood, your presence elevates this event further. Arcanis and its Dawning of Magic Academy never cease to amaze."

The First Magi exchanged a glance with Lockwood, and an almost imperceptible nod passed between them—two masters of magic acknowledging one another. The Elf beside the First Magi gave Lockwood a curious look, but no words were exchanged.

Lockwood then turned to Castenada, offering a faint smile. "Chancellor," he said, "it seems our academies have brought quite the talent this year. I look forward to seeing how they perform."

Castenada returned the smile, his tone measured. "As do I. Let’s hope they rise to the occasion."

As Lockwood took his seat, the crowd couldn’t contain their excitement.

"This is incredible! Two of the greatest academies represented side by side!"

"The convention hasn’t even started, and it’s already legendary!"

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"Who else could possibly be arriving after this?"

Sebastian, still hovering above the center of the coliseum, raised his hand to quiet the crowd once more. His grin was wider than ever as he spoke.

"Ladies and gentlemen, with the arrival of Chancellor Lockwood, our stage is nearly set. But the surprises are far from over! Stay seated, for the next name is bound to make history!"

The audience’s cheers reached a fever pitch as Lockwood reclined in his seat, his gaze scanning the coliseum. Though his expression remained composed, his mind was already strategizing, anticipating the competition to come.

But suddenly, Sebastian’s voice carried over the roaring crowd, his tone exuding both respect and awe.

"And now, for the final and most awaited arrival. A figure whose name shakes the very foundation of the human territories. Ladies and gentlemen, it is my honor to present to you the Head of the Dragonyx Family, the most powerful lineage in all human lands. Please welcome Lord Kael Dragonyx!"

Before the crowd could fully process Sebastian’s announcement, a deafening roar split the sky. A colossal, six-clawed dragon with shimmering obsidian scales and eyes that burned like molten gold descended from the clouds, its presence radiating unparalleled might. Its very aura made even the strongest mages in the audience feel like ants under its gaze.

Standing on the dragon’s head was Lord Kael Dragonyx, a man whose very existence seemed to defy the natural order. His long, untamed black hair flowed like a stormcloud, and his piercing crimson eyes carried an intensity that froze the air. His armor was dark and jagged, resembling the scales of his dragon mount, and he held no weapon, as if to declare he was the weapon.

Beside him stood his right-hand man, an elderly figure clad in simple robes. Despite his aged appearance, the old man’s presence was as sharp as a blade, his narrowed eyes scanning the coliseum with a mixture of disinterest and contempt.

The dragon hovered above the coliseum for a moment, its roar echoing again, making the ground tremble. The crowd could barely hold their awe as they looked up at the legendary beast.

"A six-clawed dragon… that’s a legendary rank beast!"

"This is unreal. Only the Dragonyx Family could tame such a creature!"

"Lord Kael truly lives up to his reputation!"

With an almost casual grace, the dragon began its descent, its massive form blocking out the sun momentarily. It landed with a thunderous impact, shaking the coliseum to its core.

Lord Kael stepped off the dragon’s head, his movements calculated and regal. His boots hit the marble of the VIP section with a resounding thud. Without sparing a glance at the cheering crowd, he strode forward, exuding an aura of utter indifference to the admiration surrounding him.

His right-hand man followed closely, his hands tucked into his sleeves, his expression neutral yet daunting.

The dragon, as if understanding its master’s desires, ascended into the sky once more, vanishing into the clouds.

Lord Kael entered the VIP section, his crimson eyes scanning the other dignitaries with the faintest flicker of amusement and disdain. He offered no greeting, only a faint smirk that seemed to say, None of you are my equal.

The King of Valoria, Alexandria the Great, maintained his composure, nodding in acknowledgment. "Lord Dragonyx, your presence graces this occasion."

Kael’s response was a mere tilt of his head, as if humoring the king.

The First Magi observed him carefully, his gaze lingering briefly on the old man beside Kael. The Elf prince accompanying the First Magi tensed slightly, his instincts warning him of the sheer danger Kael exuded.

Even Lockwood, who had arrived on a mount of pure elemental magic, felt the oppressive aura radiating from Kael. He offered a nod of respect but kept his distance.

The spectators in the coliseum were frozen in awe.

"That’s the head of the Dragonyx Family? He looks like he could take on the world!"

"I’ve heard stories, but seeing him in person… he’s terrifying."

"And his right-hand man… he’s no ordinary servant."

Sebastian raised his hands, silencing the crowd.

"With the arrival of Lord Kael Dragonyx, our VIP section is now complete! Let us give a thunderous round of applause for all the esteemed dignitaries who have graced us with their presence today!"

The coliseum erupted into cheers, though many were still whispering among themselves about the unprecedented sight of the six-clawed dragon and the enigmatic Lord Kael.

As the applause roared, Kael leaned slightly toward his right-hand man, his voice barely above a whisper.

"This convention better not disappoint me," he said, his tone laced with both boredom and menace.

The old man smirked, his eyes gleaming. "I doubt it will, my lord. There’s much to look forward to."

Kael’s smirk deepened, his gaze shifting briefly toward the center of the coliseum. ’Let the games begin.’