As if responding to an invisible command, the luxury box expanded, glowing runes on its surface creating additional seats and tables for the uninvited guests. Persuaded by Pangubox, Nightfall agreed to sit, though she continually blew kisses Eunid's way. Eunid rolled his eyes, shaking his head in exasperation.
Nora, curious about the enigmatic girl, turned to Old Fang. "Who is the Mistress of the Night?"
Old Fang's expression was serious. "She is someone not even the patriarch of our family can afford to offend. She has taken a particular liking to Eunid."
Back on the fighting arena, Arid frowned at Eunid. "You're trash, Eunid. Not even the good luck charm of the Night Mistress can save you."
Nightfall heard this but merely smirked, uninterested in engaging further. She was here to watch.
