ONLINE: Blades of Eternity-Chapter 206: THE BIG THREE

Sebastian took a moment to pause, allowing the lingering tension from the Dragonyx Family’s entrance to dissipate. Then, with a grand flourish, he spread his arms wide, his voice booming across the coliseum.

"And now, esteemed guests, we call upon one of the legendary Big Three Academies in the human territory—a bastion of power, discipline, and martial might! Please welcome... the representatives of the Valen Military Academy!"

The coliseum erupted in cheers and applause, the name of the academy alone igniting the excitement of the crowd. The gates to the eastern side of the coliseum swung open, releasing a thunderous sound as though announcing the presence of titans.

A rhythmic, thunderous marching echoed through the air as the Valen representatives entered, their movements precise and synchronized, like a well-oiled war machine. Their uniforms gleamed under the sunlight, adorned with silver and crimson insignias symbolizing honor and strength.

Leading the group was a man whose very presence commanded respect and fear alike—the Devouring King, known for his brutal strength and unrivaled combat prowess with his devouring magic. His towering figure, clad in dark, intimidating armor, exuded a raw, predatory aura that silenced even the most exuberant cheers for a moment. His piercing gaze swept across the coliseum, sharp and unyielding, as though daring anyone to challenge his authority.

Walking among the elite group of representatives was Kelvin, his sharp eyes scanning the crowd with a calm yet focused demeanor. His presence was less overwhelming than the Devouring King’s, but no less impactful, as he exuded a quiet confidence that hinted at untapped potential.

As the Valen Military Academy delegation approached the stage, the crowd’s cheers grew even louder. The disciplined aura of the group contrasted sharply with the chaos brought by the Dragonyx Family moments earlier, and the crowd couldn’t help but marvel at the sheer variety of powerhouses gathered for the event.

Up in the VIP section, King Alexandria observed the scene with a pleased expression, his golden eyes gleaming with approval. Turning to Lysander, his son, he spoke in a low but audible tone.

"Your academy continues to impress, my son. The discipline and strength of these young warriors are a testament to the values we hold dear in Valoria. The Devouring King himself leading the delegation is a bold move—one that speaks volumes about the academy’s ambitions this year."

Lysander, standing beside his father, smiled faintly, his pride evident but measured due to the shade in his academies line up. "The Valen Military Academy never disappoints, Father. But this year, I believe they are determined to make history. Kelvin, in particular, has shown remarkable growth. He is someone worth keeping an eye on during the competition."

’What a bluff’ Alden suddenly thought with a sly look on his face while quietly listened to the short exchange between Alexandria and Lysander.

"Indeed," Alexandria agreed, his gaze shifting momentarily toward Kelvin before returning to the Devouring King. "With leaders like the Devouring King guiding them, there’s no limit to how far they can go. This convention will truly be a battlefield of legends."

Back on the stage, the Devouring King halted at the center, his steely gaze meeting Sebastian’s. With a curt nod, he led his team to take their place among the other representatives. Despite their silent demeanor, the Valen Military Academy’s presence spoke volumes, their unity and strength unmatched by most.

As the crowd continued to cheer, Sebastian raised his hands, calling for attention once more. "Ladies and gentlemen, the Valen Military Academy stands ready to prove their might in this historic convention! Let us continue to celebrate the unity and diversity of strength gathered here today!"

The crowd roared in approval, their excitement rekindled for the next revelation, as the coliseum pulsed with the energy of anticipation. Up in the VIP section, Alexandria leaned back in his chair, his expression one of satisfaction as he awaited the introduction of the next participants.

Sebastian, basking in the energy of the crowd, raised his hand for silence. His voice resonated once more, rich with anticipation.

"And now, hailing from the mystical lands of Arcanis, where magic flows as naturally as the wind and the stars themselves sing their secrets, I present to you one of the Big Three Academies—the prestigious Dawning of Magic Academy!"

The southern gates of the coliseum creaked open, a gust of wind laced with shimmering mana rippling through the air. A golden glow illuminated the entrance as arcane symbols swirled in a dazzling display of light and power. The onlookers held their breath, their anticipation palpable.

Emerging from the glowing gates, the Dawning of Magic representatives stepped forward, their appearance a symphony of elegance and dominance. Leading them was Kent Harrow, the prodigious mage hailed as the "Affinity God" for his unparalleled mastery of elemental manipulation. His steps were calm and deliberate, his dark robes embroidered with arcane runes that pulsed faintly with magic. His presence exuded a quiet confidence, a power so controlled it felt like the calm before a tempest.

Walking slightly behind him was Rafaela, the Lunar Magic prodigy. Her silver hair shimmered under the sunlight, and her crescent-shaped staff glowed faintly with an ethereal light. Her aura was cool and graceful, embodying the serene and mysterious nature of the moon itself.

Beside her was a girl with an unsettling aura—a gloomy figure cloaked in dark hues. Her eyes were cold and distant, and the air around her seemed to ripple with an oppressive energy. While she did not speak, her presence alone sent shivers down the spines of those who dared look too long. It was as if she carried shadows with her, an enigma wrapped in silent menace.

As the group advanced, intricate magical projections of their academy’s crest—a radiant sun entwined with a crescent moon—appeared in the air above them, drawing gasps and cheers from the crowd. The Dawning of Magic Academy’s arrival was a performance in itself, a testament to their mastery and flair for spectacle.

Up in the VIP section, Chancellor Lockwood, who had been observing with his usual detached demeanor, suddenly straightened in his seat. His piercing eyes watched his academy’s representatives with quiet satisfaction, a rare flicker of pride crossing his otherwise stoic face.

"Perfectly in sync, as always," he murmured to himself, his gaze lingering on Kent. "They will show the world why Arcanis stands at the pinnacle of magical might."

Beside him, Alexandria glanced at Lockwood with a smirk. "Your academy certainly knows how to make an entrance, Lockwood. That boy—Kent Harrow—is as composed as ever. It’s no wonder he’s earned the title of ’Affinity God.’ Quite the prodigy you’ve nurtured there."

Lockwood inclined his head slightly, his pride veiled by his usual calm tone. "Kent is exceptional, as are Rafaela and the rest of the team. But titles are mere words. Their actions in this convention will prove their worth."

As the Dawning of Magic representatives reached the center of the stage, Kent turned to the audience and gave a slight bow, his composed expression unchanging. Rafaela followed suit, her staff glowing faintly, while the gloomy girl stood motionless, her dark aura seemingly absorbing the cheers and whispers from the crowd.

Sebastian extended his arms once more, his voice cutting through the applause. "The Dawning of Magic Academy, a testament to the limitless potential of the arcane arts, stands before you! Let us honor their presence and await the wonders they will bring to this grand convention!"

The crowd erupted in cheers, a wave of energy surging through the coliseum as the representatives of the Dawning of Magic Academy took their place on the stage, standing in stark contrast to the martial power of the Valen Military Academy and the chaotic energy of the Dragonyx Family.

Lockwood leaned back in his seat, his head held high, his satisfaction evident. The stage was set, and the Dawning of Magic Academy was ready to make its mark. But he must have forgotten about a single piece that has yet to be revealed in this convention.

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The atmosphere within the Pacesetters Academy waiting room was heavy, thick with tension and resolve. The room was dimly lit, and each member of the team exuded a quiet yet potent aura of readiness. Kaelen sat at the edge of a bench, his hands gripping the hilt of his Blade of Eternity, his blue eyes glowing faintly in the low light. Beside him, Charlotte adjusted her shield straps, her face stoic as her mind ran through the teachings of the Divine Shield Technique, a gift and legacy from her father.

At the far end of the room, Guinevere traced small, fiery runes in the air, her crimson hair glowing like embers in the half-light. Eldric, ever the calm presence, leaned against a wall with his lightning-sheathed sword resting beside him. The occasional crackle of electricity from his blade mirrored the quiet anticipation crackling through the room.

Lila and Sofia sat side by side. Sofia’s piercing gaze was locked on her hands, where threads of golden mana coiled in preparation. Lila, in contrast, held her staff loosely, her confident smirk unshaken as she leaned back with the poise of someone who had already conquered her nerves.

Morris Grey, the Elemental God’s inheritor, was eerily silent, his hands glowing faintly with a spectral light as he meditated on his elemental affinity. Ethan, Morris personal bodyguard, sat closest to the door, his face shadowed but his sharp, analytical eyes darting between each of his teammates.

The Dark Prince who stood right next to the Mysterious swordsman surprisenly look solemn for the first time ever as his aura seems to be on an edge of a climax.

And then there was the Mysterious Swordsman, the acknowledged leader of this formidable group. He stood directly in front of the massive, closed doors leading to the stage. His arms were crossed, and his eyes were closed, his expression unreadable. His powerful aura was held in perfect balance, yet there was a sharpness to his presence that kept everyone on edge.

The muffled cheers of the audience filtered through the walls, growing louder and louder as Sebastian’s charismatic voice echoed across the coliseum.

"And now, ladies and gentlemen, it is time for the final team of this grand convention! Hailing from Eldoria, from the prestigious Pacesetters Academy, the academy that produces prodigies like no other—please welcome the representatives of the Pacesetters Academy!"

Boom!!

The moment those words rang out, something shifted in the waiting room. The solemn stillness shattered as if a dam had broken. The auras of every member of the team suddenly ignited, bursting forth like a roaring flame. Lightning crackled, mana surged, and the room seemed to tremble under the sheer weight of their combined presence.

The Mysterious Swordsman, his aura suffocatingly sharp like a blade drawn from its scabbard, finally opened his eyes. They gleamed with an intensity that made even his teammates straighten reflexively.

"Let’s show them what power is," he said, his voice low but carrying the weight of absolute authority.

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Kaelen rose from his seat, the Blade of Eternity glowing faintly in response to its wielder’s rising determination. Charlotte tightened her grip on her shield, a faint golden hue shimmering around her. Eldric’s sword hummed with lightning, and Guinevere’s flames flared brighter than before. Lila and Sofia exchanged a look before standing, their mana swirling in harmony around them. Morris exhaled slowly, his aura a calm yet terrifying force of nature. Ethan, though silent, followed with the same readiness burning in his eyes. The Dark Prince now seems to be shifted from reality and the shadows.

As the doors opened, the team stepped out in perfect synchronization, their combined presence creating an almost physical pressure that rolled into the arena like a tidal wave.

The crowd erupted in a deafening roar as the Pacesetters Academy team emerged into the coliseum. The sheer spectacle of their presence silenced all whispers of doubt, their confidence and power radiating in every step.

Sebastian’s voice boomed across the coliseum, laced with excitement. "Behold, the pride of Eldoria! These are the ones who have earned their place among legends. The Pacesetters Academy has arrived!"

The team ascended to the stage, their expressions unyielding as they stood beside the other participants. Even among the elite families and prestigious academies, the aura of the Pacesetters Academy was unmatched, a storm of raw power and unwavering resolve.

As they took their places, the Mysterious Swordsman took one last glance at the audience before returning his gaze to the field. His lips curled into a slight smirk.

The Pacesetters Academy had arrived, and the world would remember it.