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Chapter 207 UNSETTLING GAZE EXCHANGES

In the Sub-VIP section of the grand coliseum, the air was alive with the energy of the event. Cheers from the crowd surged like waves, reaching every corner of the arena. Yet, amidst the vibrant atmosphere, a more subdued conversation was taking place.

Vice Chancellor Reeves, a man of composed demeanor with a sharp gaze that could pierce through the thickest of mysteries, leaned slightly toward the hulking figure seated beside him—General Cao, a highly respected military commander and a renowned pillar of Pacesetters Academy across the land of Eldoria.

Reeves' eyes were fixed on the stage, where the Pacesetters Academy's team stood tall and unyielding, their aura commanding attention even amidst the elite competitors surrounding them. He clasped his hands behind his back, his expression contemplative.

"I must admit," Reeves began, his tone low enough to be drowned out by the crowd's cheers, "I didn't expect the Chancellor himself to attend this convention. It's... unusual for him to show interest in such matters, let alone appear in person."

General Cao, his broad shoulders clad in an austere military coat, grunted softly in response. His eyes remained forward, fixed on the unfolding spectacle in the coliseum. "Hmph. You know Castenada," he replied gruffly, his deep voice carrying a weight of pragmatism. "He's always been an enigma, even to us. Who knows what thoughts run through his mind or what agenda brought him here?"

Reeves nodded slightly, but the furrow in his brow deepened. "Still... it's unusual. He hasn't left the academy grounds for years, not for any external event. Something must have shifted for him to make an appearance now. I can't help but wonder what it is."

Cao turned his head slightly, his piercing eyes meeting Reeves'. "Don't dwell on it too much, Reeves," he advised, his tone laced with quiet authority. "We've left the academy in capable hands. Carmilia and the other Pillars are more than enough to safeguard it. Whatever Castenada's reasons, our priority is to support our students here and ensure they perform to their utmost potential."

Reeves exhaled softly, his tension easing slightly. "You're right, of course. Still..." His gaze returned to the stage, lingering on the Mysterious Swordsman at the forefront of the Pacesetters team. "I can't shake the feeling that this convention will set things in motion far beyond our expectations."

Cao's expression didn't waver, but his grip on the armrest of his chair tightened slightly. "It might," he said, his voice even. "But that's not necessarily a bad thing. Sometimes, the tides must shift for the strongest ships to rise."

Reeves allowed a faint smile to tug at the corner of his lips, appreciating Cao's steady presence. Together, the two men returned their focus to the stage, silently observing the team they had nurtured, the team they had placed their faith in to represent the academy on this grand stage.

As the crowd roared and the next proceedings of the ceremony began, both men remained vigilant, their minds sharp and attuned to the undercurrents that seemed to ripple beneath the surface of the spectacle. The Pacesetters Academy had made its presence known, and the world was watching.

Kaelen stood amidst his team on the grand stage, the weight of thousands of eyes bearing down on him like an ocean of scrutiny. He had finally adjusted his demeanor, standing tall and composed, his Blade of Eternity strapped securely on his back. Yet, in that moment, he hesitated, feeling the gravity of the occasion settle over him.

"I am honored to introduce the First Phase of this prestigious Battle Convention—a test of skill, strength, and supremacy among peers. Tomorrow, as the sun rises over this beautiful kingdom of Valoria, we will witness the Individual Class Battles!"

The announcement sent a wave of excitement and tension through the crowd and participants alike.

"In this phase," Sebastian elaborated, his sharp eyes scanning the crowd, "each of you exceptional warriors, mages, and tacticians will compete against others of your own class to determine who stands supreme in their chosen discipline. Whether you wield the blade, command the arcane, or master unorthodox arts, you will duke it out internally with others who share your craft. Only the strongest in each class will emerge victorious!"

The words lingered in the air like a spell, as participants exchanged glances. Some showed competitive smirks, others masked their nerves.

"But that's not all," Sebastian added with a flourish, a sly grin playing on his lips. "To accommodate the sheer magnitude of talent gathered here, this first phase will not be confined to a single arena. No, my friends! The Individual Class Battles will be held simultaneously across the three grand coliseums of Valoria—this magnificent arena before you, the Northern Wind Spire Coliseum, and the Southern Azure Dawn Coliseum!"

The announcement drew gasps and murmurs from the audience. This logistical grandeur was a testament to the scale of the event.

Sebastian's voice grew more commanding. "Participants, take heed! Tomorrow at dawn, the battles shall begin. You will each receive your designated location and opponents by tonight. Prepare yourselves for what will undoubtedly be the first of many unforgettable challenges!"

The crowd roared in response, their anticipation reaching a fever pitch. Sebastian gestured toward the stage, his eyes gleaming with pride.

"To those standing here before us, the chosen representatives of the finest families, clans, and academies across the three great nations—I bid you all luck! Let this convention be a crucible that forges legends!"

The participants stood unmoving, their expressions hardened with resolve. Kaelen tightened his grip on the hilt of his Blade of Eternity, his mind racing as he imagined the battles to come. Beside him, Morris clenched his fists, his eyes reflecting a mixture of excitement and anxiety.

High in the VIP section, Keal Dragonyx and the other prominent figures watched the announcement with keen interest, their own judgments of the participants taking form. The First Magi leaned back with a faint smirk, while Alexandria the Great exchanged a thoughtful glance with his son, Lysander.

As Sebastian concluded his announcement with an elegant bow, the crowd's cheers roared louder than ever. The Battle Convention's first phase was about to begin, and the stage was set for greatness—or devastation.