In the midst of such gloom and doom, watching as the anguished high elf carried the lifeless corpse of his companion back into the spectator's room--holding it without saying a word as he sat down, Ren was speechless.
However, the next words to launch from the boisterous announcer's lips would cement this feeling of perplexion within the young man.
"WITHOUT WASTING ANY TIME, LET'S GET ON WITH THE NEXT BOUT! REN, PLEASE MAKE YOUR WAY TO THE ARENA!"
It took a few moments for these words to garner any meaning to his ringing ears as he looked up, feeling the eyes of Jae-Seong and Aiko fall on him.
"...Me?"
Gulping this reality down, time felt as if it crawled to a nauseating halt for him as he listened in for the identity of his opponent.
"SICARIUS, PLEASE MAKE YOUR WAY TO THE ARENA!"
He didn't know what he wanted or expected, but this outcome ran over his skin with a chill while a burning heat bubbled in his stomach.
