Emery supported Thrax's decision.
He truly did.
Watching his old friend finally grasp a path toward a long-delayed breakthrough stirred genuine relief. Thrax had earned that right through decades of blood, endurance, and unyielding will.
And yet—
The Oracle's warning lingered in Emery's mind like a shadow that refused to disperse.
Arenas were never clean places. They were life-and-death battlegrounds where ambition devoured the weak and even the strong could fall without warning. And the Magus Universe Infinity Arena was not merely dangerous—it was the most lethal stage of them all.
Thrax, as always, showed no fear.
His concern lay elsewhere.
