Brella led all the members of the crowhill battle team that she had formed to sit in the Silent Hall at the side of the arena.
She found a seat and sat down. She immediately pulled up her gloves and sleeves. She was ready to adjust her state of mind and welcome the most important Holy Spirit competition in her life.
“Is everyone ready?”
Brella successfully entered the Holy Spirit interface. Under the guidance of the pop-up option, she successfully entered the server dedicated to the competition.
Her other teammates also responded to brella, except for the teammate named White who was sitting next to her.
“White, even sitting here, you have stage fright?”
Brella looked at White who was sitting next to her. He had already taken off the glasses on the bridge of his nose and covered his eyes with his hands. His hands were still trembling.
His posture was like an ostrich burying its head in the sand.
Brella put her hand on his shoulder, trying to cheer him up.
