The countdown ticked down, and it was only ten minutes before the start of the third round.
Ambrose and Moriarty sat in their room while waiting for the third round to start. They didn't feel nervous or excited and just focused on steadying their mentality.
"I wonder what the third round is about then…" Ambrose said curiously.
"Some players found a clue, but from what I've found out, even they have no clue."
Moriarty said and leaned back in his chair, side-eyed at Ambrose.
"What were you doing for the past few days?"
"Relaxing." Ambrose cracked his knuckles. "The rest was very much needed, and now I am in much better condition."
"Did you check your health?" Moriarty asked curiously, "You all right?"
"I forgot, to be honest." Ambrose scratched the back of his head, "I am feeling good, though."
"Mm…" Moriarty nodded, and turned his gaze back to the countdown that slowly ticked down.
