A chill ran down Charles's spine.
The word "magic" echoed in his head like an alarm.
The accusation left him stunned, though, if he thought about it, it made some sense.
Yesterday, when lightning struck the arena from the sky, he stood unscathed while his opponent lay in a heap, a total mess.
Anyone watching could suspect something weird, especially since he'd been presented as powerless.
'I should've tried harder to fake being hurt,' he thought, but there was no turning back now.
Kaira, poised to unleash a flood of questions, opened her mouth again, but Lira, with a firm gesture, ordered her to stay quiet once more.
Kaira frowned, clearly annoyed, but complied, crossing her arms as her red eyes gleamed with curiosity, desperate to know what the hell was going on.
