In another section of the stands, two figures watched with very disdainful expressions.
The Starweaver night faction brothers, Dorian and Magnus, leaned toward each other with the smugness of people who thought they understood what others didn’t.
"Look at his Hydra," Dorian whispered, pointing toward where Ren’s beast waited for the next battle to start. "Still a single head. Despite all his supposed genius and having a double potion plus the new spore that adds an extra one, he has such a waste of a creature... Everyone knows that cultivation of a beast as rare as the Hydra hasn’t reached Gold in hundreds of years. Having so many beasts but getting stuck at silver is so Yino like..."
"The only goodish thing he has is that sickly-colored Wolverine, though it is yet to be seen if it can go Gold like the normal ones," Magnus agreed, his tone dismissive with the confidence of someone who’d never been proven wrong. "The rest... the Hydra has no known method to reach Gold like the wild ones indeed. And that insect our spy told us about shouldn’t go very far either, no one uses it in the first place since no random egg gives it... What a weird kid."
They conveniently ignored Taro’s Living Tunnel, a beast that also hadn’t had a known method to reach Gold until Ren made it public, their selective blindness protecting their comfortable assumptions.
But for them, everything was still just plans and experiments by the adults behind the scenes. Nothing to do with Ren.
Nearby, Julius sighed, not jumping at them to slap some sense thanks to the patience of someone who’d heard this kind of nonsense too many times.
His Wolverine ears had caught every word, and he had to resist the impulse to turn around, bring Selphira and ’tell’ them together exactly how delusional they were being.
To explain in ’precise detail’ how wrong their assumptions were.
But he didn’t have to wait long for reality to do it for him.
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The second day of the battles arrived.
The tenth day after mid-year.
And Ren finally evolved his Hydra.
The Hydra’s neck began to thicken, skin rippling as if something moved beneath it. Then, right beside the original head...
The skin divided.
Not with blood or pain, but with light. Light that pulsed with primordial life, with mana.
A second head emerged, smaller at first but growing rapidly until it equaled the first in size and presence. Ren had waited until today’s battle to reveal it, summoned it alone in the arena and when both heads opened their jaws to roar in unison...
The sound echoed throughout the entire arena, making the ground itself tremble.
Gold 1.
Ren’s Hydra had finally reached the rank that gave its species its famous name, the threshold that separated legend from reality.
Now it had two heads.
And the potential unlocked for many more in the eyes of those who understood what they were witnessing.
Julius smiled openly upon seeing the Starweaver brothers’ expressions, satisfaction evident in every line of his face.
Dorian looked like he’d swallowed something bitter and toxic. Magnus simply stared with his mouth open, all his words of contempt dying in his throat before they could form.
"What were you saying yesterday about wastes?" Julius murmured, just loud enough for them to hear.
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In the stands, Ren’s mother let out a choked cry.
"What...?" she began, grabbing her husband’s arm with a huge force born of shock. "Is that normal? Is it supposed to have two?"
Her father didn’t respond immediately, too occupied observing with wide eyes the enormous new size of his son’s Gold beast and watching the Hydra’s second head.
"It’s an unexpected evolution," he said finally, his voice barely above a whisper, trying to process what his eyes were telling him.
"That’s... good, right?" his mother asked, though the answer seemed obvious from the expressions of shock and wonder on the nearby noble stands. The awe written across aristocratic faces that rarely showed such open emotion.
"It’s extraordinary," her father responded, also seeing and guiding himself by the other spectators’ expressions to understand the magnitude of what they were witnessing.
"Perfect," his mother completed, watching how the Hydra’s two heads moved in perfect synchrony, as if they’d always been destined to exist this way. As if this was how it was always meant to be.
They looked at each other, and in that moment shared a thought that neither vocalized but both understood completely.
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The following days were a massacre.

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