"Who wants to challenge me?" Max shouted, his voice echoing through the vast hall as he scanned the crowd of gathered geniuses from all three major races—humans, elves, and demons. His sharp gaze swept across their faces, waiting for someone—anyone—to step forward.
But no one moved. Not a single person dared to meet his eyes, let alone raise a challenge. Max clicked his tongue in mild irritation, 'Tsk, they really are listening to that demon,' he thought, sighing as he hopped down from the arena. With a light landing, he approached Princess Lenavira, who stood silently at the side, observing everything.
"Who was that demon, anyway?" Max asked, glancing back at the retreating crowd.
