Later that evening, Victor sat around the dinner table with his usual crew: Danny, Selene, Aria, Reed, Kai, and Rylan.
Selene was, as usual, toying with a lollipop. "So," she asked while grinning, "how's the great mystery man preparing for the legacy weapons competition next week?"
"You mean this guy?" Danny pointed at Victor. "He sleeps more than an old man in a rocking chair."
Victor chuckled while resting his head in one hand. "I need sleep."
Reed scoffed. "You registered, didn't you? That legacy sword competition is no joke. You know who else is registered, right?"
"Elyra Vorn," Kai muttered.
Victor simply sighed. "Yeah. I know."
Aria arched a brow. "I see you're still going through with it?"
"Let's just say... I need that sword."
Selene leaned forward. "Then you better get some rest, white hair. No more late-night naps."
Victor smiled faintly.
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