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Castle Oblivion
The telepathic woman instantly opened her eyes in the concentrated room, making the candle change back to its original color; orange with yellow blends. Her irises gave an unknown appearance; an unknown hue. A violet and blue mix.

Something was on her mind regarding a future event, as it came to her during her "cerebral" relaxation. Was it good? Was it bad? Was it going to change Concordia forever, compared to the League's invasion not too long ago? Either way, that thought had to be put on hold, because of the tournament involving the best and strongest warriors of Concordia; yet alone the League of Twelve. Everyone's attendence was mandatory. Since she was the royal sorceress, she had to attend.

She used her telekinetic abilities on herself, lifting her body upwards into the cold air, lowering her legs from a cross position to straight onto the floor. She walked towards the door with her hands relaxed in front of her.The two split doors opened outwards away from her, as she made her exit, and closed the door mentally.

The Tournament site

The young woman appeared from behind the royal section, a few seat away from the king. She observed the battlefield in front of her. The match was between two brave warriors: Sir Elias Taconaught, a man whose build was compared to a statue, and Shien, smaller than his opponent, especially in figure.

She blankly watched as Shien evaded many of Elias' attacks. Elias seemed as though he was struggling even a second after the match began. Shien easily became the victor, sitting at his seat with ease and too much cockiness.

"Challenged?", the woman stated telepathically to Shien, not even giving him eye contact. Instead she looked at what was in front of her, with a still blank look on her face.

"You know that he isn't worthy enough based on his wasted aggression. You should be facing your equal, or more than you."