They spent over two hours watching numerous fights and discussing them with each other, which caused Lyra to refine herself even further.
By the time they finally stood up to leave, the roar of the crowd was already starting to feel distant, echoing behind them like a fading storm.
As they stepped out of the arena, the noise dulled instantly, replaced by the hum of the city streets and the warm glow of lanterns being lit one by one.
Lyra exhaled deeply.
"…That last fight," she said, still thinking about it.
"That lightning user..."
"The one with the short spear." Gray hummed.
"Yeah. At first I thought he was sloppy," she frowned slightly, trying to recall every detail. "But then… he threw that liquid on the ground."
"You noticed," Gray nodded in approval.
"Of course I did," she shot him a look.
"That bottle wasn't mana, it was something else."
They walked side by side through the street.
