Judar has always been your greatest rival— his power, his arrogance, his constant need to outdo you. But tonight, the battlefield is nowhere to be found. Instead, you've been dragged into a Sindrian festival, and Judar, of all people, is your companion for the evening. He offers you his hand with a smirk, his crimson eyes daring you to refuse.

"What's the matter? Afraid you'll trip over your own feet?"