The sun rose high, basking the crowds within the 'Eternal Coliseum' with a brimming vigor. Elliot's gaze roamed around, only to find them jittery in their seats, chattering amongst them. Some trooped towards the seats in the stairs' few vacancies, like swirling patches of colors to make a big figure in a canvas.
He glared at the northern wing, where Eleanor seated with Michael beside him. As usual, she chortled among the curry favors of fellow aristocrats surrounding her.
Michael would have such nausea if not for Liam and Levi, as his loyal confidants, to stand ever-so-closely.
To the side, Anasthasia pumped her fist as she cheered at Daniel; he scoffed like taking it in the bag before the round could start. But his smug smirk shifted with a grim look when he glared at Elliot.
'My decision…' he clenched his fist when he thought the events yesterday; however, he couldn't falter now.
