Hatred.
Pure hatred.
If there was one feeling to describe how the current Melissa felt, it would be pure hatred.
At the moment, about a quarter of the arena grounds' attention was drawn towards her. Clenching her fists and staring at Ren who was still standing on the arena grounds with a smirk on his face, Melissa's eyes turned into crescent moons.
For a brief moment of time, Melissa looked back at the time when Ren was presumingly dead. The good old days as one might call them.
Not even a week after he reappeared and he was already causing her problems.
Fortunately, with the preliminaries in full swing and the others couldn't approach her yet. She was still safe. At least for now.
"Ugh, my head hurts."
Just imagining what was going to happen once the first day ended, Melissa felt her head throb uncontrollably.
