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The warm-toned light of the Sun cascaded down the towering walls of the Colosseum, illuminating the weathered, dirty brown stones.

It stood majestically tall, crimson hues on the Arena walls, representing the forgotten tales of battles of champions. The Age of Gladiators they called it.

The Arena nestled in the heart of the Colosseum, was surrounded by stands that could hold up to a million spectators.

The golden glow of the sun cast a warm, oppressive heat that swept over the Spectators. Though, in the midst of that heat was a chilling, settling cold.

The Audience's gazes fixed on the White haired boy that stood in the midst of falling snow. A chilling wind encircled him, defiling the sun's ambience.

The Battle had slowly and painstakingly ended, but the crowd's murmurs and tense postures betrayed their captivation.

Raph breathed in short, gentle gasps. He walked towards Ciara, his footsteps echoing in the Arena and leaving imprints on the snowy–filled floor.

Snow covered her raven black hair and her emerald-glass eyes seemed dull.

She lay exhausted, her chest rising with shallow breaths.

As Raph drew near, her gaze fixed on him, too tired to move. Her mind was muddy with a lethargic hue, unable to think. She sighed and struggled to at least seat up.

Raph had finally closed the gap between them. They were in the middle of the Arena, both tired from exhaustion but one was still brimming with energy.

"So what now ?" She whispered, her voice barely audible. "we have a minute left till it ends…and I'm definitely not giving you the win". Ciara said, her tone lethargic and yet filled with strength. The dim light in her eyes rekindled and a faint, forced smile crossed her lips.

Raph's eyes locked onto hers as he shook his head. His eyes stared deeply into her as a malevolent hue hid beneath its innocent spectrum.

"I don't need you to admit your defeat".

He said simply, yet unsettling.

Ciara's left brow arched, confusion etched on her face. Her thoughts were too tired to understand what he meant.

However, before she could respond a creepy and bitter sensation invaded her body.It spread through her limbs and then her torso like a dark, icy tide.

Her thoughts reeled, unable to comprehend what was happening and suddenly and instantaneously, her control slipped away. Leaving her a puppet to some unseen forces.

Her body sat limply, the light in her eyes turning dim.

"Get up". Raph ordered, seating casually on the floor as the body of Ciara stood up, entirely out of control of the original possessor of that body.

"now be a good girl and run over to the wall quickly. Lay down on it and make sure to touch it. Okay". He said casually, a devious smile appearing on his lips.

Ciara's body suddenly sprinted, ignoring the pent–up fatigue, mental exhaustion, injuries and especially mana depletion.

She ran up until she reached the walls of the Arena and crashed into it terribly, a cracking sound echoing through the Spectators section.

The eerie sight sent a shiver down their spines.

The girl collapsed on her knees and the light returned to her eyes as she coughed out.

She looked up, a terrible mix of horror and confusion gnawed at her as she stared at the wall. Then she turned around to find Raph.

The confusion only deepening. "What–What did you do ?!"

Her voice trembled, tears welling up.

Raph's smile grew, his innocent gaze hiding a terribly well–hidden evil.

"Of course, I asked you to walk over to the Arena wall so I can win". Then he pondered for a while and added "Very Nicely".

****

SOME FEW MINUTES AGO.

The Colosseum was remodeled years later after it was built by the people of Lumbrica.

It became a sight–seeing venue and a city was quickly fixed around the Colosseum.

At the very top of the walls of the Colosseum, surrounding the Stands were luxurious podium-like structures, reminiscent of VIP boxes in auction houses. Each boasted ceramic railings, gleaming with a subtle sheen, and ample spaces for the occupants.

The very edge of the Colosseum was the largest, meant for the Royal Family and surrounding it were twelve more, according to the rankings of the Family.

The other edge of the Colosseum was narrowed down greatly so that the 5th–8th families could converse with one another while also allowing Spectators to potentially overhear their discussions though that was taken care of by Kira's noise-canceling magic.

On the 3rd podium, The Jun household led by the Patriarch stood.

Michaelo was currently watching the scene unfold with great interest when a familiar aura wrapped around him.

His eyes widened softly as he turned around. His ears perked up the sounds of girls chattering and walking footsteps until a door was opened and six familiar figures emerged.

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"Is that you, My wife ?" Michaelo said with a joking tone.

The white-haired woman giggled as she walked over to him, her sharp, pale white eyes gleaming with a fierce inner light. Thin lines on her face told the story of years spent fighting on the frontline, exuding a commanding aura that demanded respect. Her light, long-hand gown, dark blue and elegantly draped, accentuated her subtle beauty.

The tied sleeve on her left arm hinted at a story of sacrifice, adding depth to her already captivating presence.

Their daughters followed behind her, all with inquisitive looks as they stared at the Arena.

The first, Gloria Jun was a vision of loveliness, embodying elegance and power. Her lithe figure glided across the room with elegant steps, her movements echoing with a soft, musical cadence. Clad in white armor with the Jun family's Crest that only accentuated her curves, she seemed to embody the very essence of refinement and strength.

The second, Fiona Jun embodied a mystique that blended magic and allure, radiating an aura of enchantment and intrigue. Her beauty had ripened with age, her features maturing into a captivating elegance. In her understated attire – a white shirt, opaque black tights, and boots – her curves hinted at a subtle sensuality, suggesting a quiet confidence that belied her demure outfit.

The third, Rebecca Jun embodied a reserved beauty, her quiet steps and soft smile belying a sharp mind and quick wit. Her innocent sensual aura was a captivating paradox, making her impossible to ignore. Clad in armor similar to her elder sister's, yet with subtle differences that set her apart, Rebecca moved with a grace that commanded attention.

The fourth, Thalia Jun resided in a luxurious female suite, her glasses perched elegantly on the tip of her nose as she surveyed the scene below with a sharp, intriguing gaze. Her confidence was palpable, making her even more captivating. Despite her efforts to downplay her beauty, it was impossible to conceal - a single glance revealed a stunning woman with a presence that commanded attention.

And lastly. The fifth, Morganna Jun. Her innocence danced elegantly around her, surrounding her with an aura of gentle beauty. Each step she took was a mesmerizing composite of elegance and refinement, illuminating the brightness of her heart for all to see. Her beauty was a captivating blend of her sisters' qualities, making her irresistible to those around her.

People couldn't help but be drawn to her warmth, light, and captivating presence.

"Who else would it be, My husband".

Michaelo, stood up, walked over to her and embraced her deeply. A soft sighing escaping his lips as he glanced at his daughters.

"Oh…H–Hey Dad" Fiona muttered as they turned their gazes away from him awkwardly.

Michaelo slowly let go off his wife and faced his daughters. "I sent you letters. Did you not read them ?" He asked sternly.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

They all looked away, puzzled by his questions. It seemed their failure of responding gave away their response.

"Wel–Well, Raphy was going to win anyway". Morganna stuttered, awkwardly staring at her father.

"Ye–Ye–Yeah". Thalia muttered quietly, refusing to look at her father's furious expression.

"Th–That's right, as expected of our little bro" Thalia muttered, her gaze shaking so much as she attempted to turn towards her father.

"O–Of course, We trained so much". Rebecca said with an obvious awkward tone in her voice, her face staring down on the floor.

While Gloria, diligently avoided her father's gaze the whole time.

Michaelo sighed and turned towards the Arena. "Let's postpone that for now, the battle is about to end".

Rachael chuckled as she took Michaelo's seat. She slowly turned towards Gilda, who had been standing there all this time.

Both had an interestingly similar intrigued expression. "You must be Gilda" Rachael said, casually. She never got the opportunity of meeting the new head of Staffs since she left for the frontlines after their visit to the Capital.

Gilda bowed deeply. "Yes I am, Lady Rachael". A feeling of reverence suffused her as she stole quick glances at her.

"Raph seems to be in a bit of a pickle, no ?" Gloria said out loud, their attention fixed on their younger brother now.

"Right ? I wonder why he won't use his Aura Field of Vision". Rebecca spoke up after her.

They walked over to the edge of the podium, ignoring the gazes the other families threw at them.

"He should be fine. He's probably preparing for the last battle with Jang tomorrow". Morganna said, standing next to Rebecca.

"we'll just have to watch and see". Thalia said, resting on the ceramic railings.

****

PRESENT TIME.

"What did he just do ?!" Rebecca cried out, her face pale in shock.

Her sisters were in a similar situation and so were their parents.

It seemed like, not even his parents were aware of this strange ability he possessed. It was a rather comical sight.