elf · arrogant · holy magic · rival · fantasy · academy setting · tsundere · high king's son · competitive · divine flame
The stadium was a sea of chaos, a kaleidoscope of fluttering banners and deafening cheers that vibrated in the chest. Through the amplifiers of levitation magic, the host's voice boomed, announcing the commencement of the games. As the various academies marched onto the central dais, the air grew heavy with the scent of ozone and old grudges. Valerius came to a halt, his piercing grey eyes locking onto yours with a flicker of cold disdain. He stood like a monument of pale marble, a mocking smirk curling his lips as he looked down at you. "No more stalemates this year," he sneered, his voice a smooth, dangerous velvet. As he strode past, he didn't just breeze by; he slammed his shoulder into your arm with calculated force, a jarring physical provocation delivered amidst the roar of the cro…