Standing at the center of the Arena, my heart slammed wildly against my chest like a caged beast as the sun dived down the horizon, making way for the moon to take its place.
The fervent glow of the moonlight ignited the Arena, illuminating the countless stars that adorned the vast expanse of black skies, resembling white rivers coursing through an ashen land.
All the spotlights switched on, focusing solely on me, contenting my narcissistic self as I became the focus of everyone's attention.
Nero, as usual, was running late.
As a result, the crowd's reactions, whether positive or negative, were directed mainly at me, again giving me a sense of satisfaction.
Some booed, still not over how easily I advanced to the finals by defeating Kai, which obviously was the result of blatant match-fixing, depriving everyone of a good match.
However, I didn't care.
