Ten days had passed.
Today was the day—the top twelve students of the university would finally leave for Valtania, the land of towers and steel, to represent Aryavarta in the long-awaited World Tournament.
Inside a dimly lit Private Training Room, the air was thick with heat and the scent of sweat. Magical energy pulsed faintly from the training dummies around the room, still smoking from repeated spell impacts.
Aamir and Seenu stood in the center, panting, their chests rising and falling as they caught their breath. Sweat glistened on their brows and soaked into their shirts.
Leaning casually against the wall, Haider Ali watched them silently, arms crossed. His sharp eyes reflected pride—but also warning.
"We leave today." His deep voice cut through the silence like a blade.
Both boys straightened at once.
Haider's expression turned serious, his voice dropping lower.
"And one thing—remember this."
"You're not allowed to kill anyone in the tournament."
