The crowd outside The Mcronald had grown to a size more fitting for a coliseum spectacle than a restaurant dispute. Students from the Royal Magic Academy filled the street, shoulder to shoulder in embroidered cloaks and enchanted robes. Murmurs and gasps passed like wind across wheat fields as the duel was announced.
Inigo stepped onto the cobbled path, the midday sun casting his shadow long behind him. He stretched his neck casually, eyes scanning the gathered nobles with a tired kind of amusement. He wasn't nervous. He wasn't angry. He was simply annoyed.
Cernan Vellmont stood at the far end of the clearing, arms crossed, his entourage keeping a respectful distance. The noble student's cloak fluttered with mana-imbued silk, and his gloves pulsed with a soft cerulean light. Enchanted, of course.
