I Only Tame Dragons

The crowd erupted into deafening cheers and shouts, bets being placed left and right. The betting pools had shifted dramatically—before, everyone had confidently wagered on Brotherhood Legion or Wingless Valkyrie, believing the finals would be between two top guilds.

But no one had expected Nyx's Guild to rise like this.

An unknown guild with unknown players had fought their way through every challenge, proving themselves against overwhelming odds.

Now, the audience hesitated.

They had seen what Nyx's Guild could do. They had witnessed their strength in both individual duels and team battles.

Could they actually win against Brotherhood Legion?

No one was sure.

Up in the private stands, the Elven Elders seethed in frustration.

They had rigged the tournament to ensure that Wingless Valkyrie had the advantage.

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They had pushed for team battles, believing that would weaken Horizon's group.

And yet, Nyx's Guild had only become stronger.

Now, their final attempt to remove them from the tournament rested on this battle.

One elder clenched his fists, his voice low and venomous. "They weren't supposed to make it this far."

Another scowled. "We'll see if they can handle Brotherhood Legion. If they win again, then . . ."

He trailed off, his expression dark.

It didn't matter.

Nyx's Guild would not be allowed to win.

Not if they had anything to say about it.

Unlike Wingless Valkyrie, who fought with honor, Brotherhood Legion was prepared to win by any means necessary—even if it meant accepting cheat items from the Elven Elders.

Back in the resting area, the countdown for the match had begun. Ten minutes left.

Horizon stood at the edge of the room, watching the battlefield being repaired after the previous fight. His grip on his sword tightened.

This wasn't just about the tournament anymore.

It was about getting revenge.

The past was finally catching up to him, and there was only one way to settle it—on the battlefield.

"Let's go," Horizon said.

His team followed.

The final battle was about to begin.

The arena was electric with energy, the cheers of the audience so deafening it felt like they could shake the very sky. No one cared that night was approaching—this battle was too important to miss.

The final match was about to begin.

On the sidelines, in one of the VIP audience stands, Wingless Valkyrie watched intently.

They were all exhausted, drained from their previous fight, but none of them wanted to miss what was coming next. Horizon and his team were about to face Brotherhood Legion, and they had to see how it would unfold.

Even if they had lost, they still had a stake in this match.

Of course, they had placed their bets on Nyx's Guild. Not because they disliked Brotherhood Legion. But because they knew exactly what Horizon was capable of.

After all, he was the one who had beaten them.

Velvet sighed, arms crossed as she rested against the railing. "He definitely went easy on us," she muttered, her voice carrying just enough bitterness to show she hadn't forgotten the sting of defeat.

Aria, sitting beside her, scoffed. "I know, right? It felt like there was something more to him that he didn't even bother showing."

Dawnfire leaned back, stretching her sore arms before folding them under her big chest, her grin playful. "Well, underneath that rough exterior, he's a gentleman."

Fiora, ever the quiet one, sighed. "We couldn't even defeat his summoned beasts. There was never a chance for us to beat him at all."

But Seraphina remained silent. Her gaze never left Horizon. Her expression was unreadable, her posture relaxed, yet there was something thoughtful in the way she watched him.

Aria noticed first. "Seraphina?"

Still no response.

Velvet nudged her. "You okay?"

Seraphina finally spoke, her voice level. "It just proves we were too weak and we can't force him to show us his true power. That's why he went easy on us. But we should be grateful—at least no one was killed."

Dawnfire's eyes gleamed mischievously. She leaned closer, resting her chin on her palm. "Ara~? What's with that tone? And I noticed you haven't taken your eyes off Horizon since the match ended . . . don't tell me . . . is it love at first defeat?"

She slurred off dramatically.

Fiora, who had been looking down, suddenly snapped her head toward Seraphina, eyes wide. Not Seraphina! How could she have a chance at Horizon if even Seraphina would be her rival!

Seraphina merely chuckled. She didn't confirm or deny anything.

And that silence—that silence meant something.

Aria gasped. Velvet's jaw dropped.

Dawnfire, ever the shameless one, grinned like a fox.

"No way. No freaking way. Don't tell me the great and aloof Seraphina—who hates men—finally likes someone? And it's Horizon?!"

Seraphina remained calm, but the slight smirk on her lips didn't deny it either.

Dawnfire dramatically threw her hands up. "Ladies, mark this moment in history! The unshakable Seraphina has fallen for someone! And it's not just anyone—it's the guy who beat us into the ground!"

Aria covered her mouth in shock. Velvet tried to suppress her laugh. Fiora just looked completely lost.

Seraphina finally sighed, rubbing her temple. "Dawnfire, stop overreacting."

"Oh, no, no, no," Dawnfire wagged a finger. "You don't get to brush this off. We need details. When did this happen? Was it during the fight? Or before? Wait—don't tell me you've liked him since before we even battled? Was it the first time or during our time with him in another dimension?"

Seraphina simply turned her attention back to the battlefield, watching as Horizon stood with his team, preparing for their match against Brotherhood Legion.

The teasing would continue, but for now, all eyes were on the upcoming battle.

As Horizon and his team stepped into the arena, they stood tall, their postures confident, as if they hadn't just fought an exhausting battle against Wingless Valkyrie.

The audience stirred in disbelief.

Just an hour ago, Nyx's Guild had gone through an intense war against one of the strongest teams in the competition. They should be exhausted, battered, barely able to stand.

And yet—they looked untouched. Their HP and MP were full. Not a single one of them showed any signs of fatigue. No sluggish movements. No hesitation. Nothing.