Zeno spent the night on the roof of the abandoned building; his eyes remained closed the whole time, yet he didn't get any sleep. The words of the old warlock kept repeating in his mind.
'This is frustrating; that would be troublesome to deal with,' he thought.
He opened his eyes and stared at the rising ball of light above the sky.
"There's no way those beings will come, but if that is actually true, there will be a single reason for that," he uttered.
Then he let out a sigh and spoke in a low tone. "Who cares? I'll think about it when that time comes."
He rose from lying down and jumped from the roof. He looked to his right and started to walk in that direction.
. . . . .
A series of cheers echoed inside the large arena where the battle would be held. The place was big enough to house almost a thousand people, while others were looking at the large magic crystal floating above the sky.
