The echoes of the magical starting signal drifted down, raining upon the cheering audience like fireworks. Prince Eric made the first move, walking toward us until he stood in the center of the battlefield. His companions began casting spells continuously, forming complex arrays of defensive and support spells to enhance their individual fighting styles.
Eric's lip curled in a sneer. "Do you find yourself impressive, Slave Hero?" he spat, his words laced with venom. I know precisely who you are. A feeble, cowardly slut, clinging to the Sun Hero's coat since the day they dragged you out of your cage."
His words cut deep, laying bare my insecurities. But I stilled my lashing tail and took a deep breath before meeting his gaze, firm and unwavering. Even if his words were true, my pain was my own.
