Caleb nodded, understanding the gravity of the requirement. "Alright, I get it. Who's the current 8th Seat I need to challenge?"
David smirked, "Impatient, as always. I like that. Your challenger is Amelia, an experienced Destiny with a knack for strategy and combat. If you defeat her, your promotion is all but guaranteed."
Caleb grinned back, excitement and determination in his eyes. "Consider it done. Just make sure the paperwork doesn't take another eternity."
David chuckled, "I'll get to it right after this meeting. Now, go prepare for your challenge, Johan. Your first test as an 8th Seat awaits."
With that, Caleb left David's office, thoughts racing about the challenges and opportunities that awaited him as he prepared to face Amelia for his promotion.
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Under the blue sky of the Main Camp of the Scout Regiment. A fighting ring with white tiles was situated in its very center. Each of the tiles was made of stones that could withstand the full-brunt attack of a Tier 9 Destiny.
The arena has a smooth and surface that allows for fast-paced and dynamic movements. Tiles are laid in a staggered pattern, similar to the way bricks are arranged.
The arena is also marked with specific lines and symbols, providing a clear boundary for the fighters. These markings help establish the rules and boundaries of the battle.
Given the incredible power and energy attacks displayed by Destinies, the arena's construction materials are implied to be resistant to damage caused by powerful blasts and other energy-based attacks.
The woman in front of him was someone unfamiliar to him. He might have a database of information about his batch. But not the batch that one year and above joined earlier than them!
In terms of temperament, the one in front of him wasn't cold, icy queen type. He didn't know why, now that he thinks about it, every Destiny looks like Dashing models, princes & princesses, and fairies! The higher the realm, the more perfect their appearance seems to be! Does it have to do with the Tier? Even David would've qualified as a supermodel if he joined a modeling agency. He began to doubt if it was because his a Tier 5 Destiny.
'Does this mean that I have the potential to become Chadlite or even Gigachad in the fucking future?' Caleb couldn't help but think.
Amelia, with an air of nonchalance, examined Caleb as if he were an insignificant nuisance. Her eyes, while acknowledging his achievements, betrayed a subtle disdain. She spoke with an icy tone, "You're that upstart brat trying to challenge me, aren't you? Heard you're the talk of the town with your flashy exploits."
Caleb, maintaining his composure, responded with a smirk, "Well, it seems my reputation precedes me. But you know, actions speak louder than words. Let's see how this 'upstart brat' fares against an esteemed 8th Seat like yourself."
Amelia's lips curled into a sardonic smile. "Don't get ahead of yourself, Johan. Just because you managed some stunts in the field doesn't mean you're on my level. It takes more than a few battles to earn respect."
As the tension escalated, the crowd on the platforms hushed, absorbing every word exchanged between the two destinies. The atmosphere crackled with the brewing tension, and the officiator waited patiently for the verbal sparring to conclude before initiating the official duel. Your next read awaits at empire
Caleb, undeterred by Amelia's dismissive attitude, maintained his confident facade. Deep down, he relished the challenge, eager to prove that his rise through the ranks wasn't a mere fluke.
'These kinds of characters are really the ones that need to be put in their damn place.'
Caleb mused.