Seven days passed in an instant, and the day of the competition arrived. Gargo Village welcomed a new round of tourists, who displayed their immense interest towards the competition for the crown.
Five competitors from each village stood against each other, locking eyes while conveying their thoughts wordlessly. Their gazes contained more emotion than words could ever hope to do so. They were the descendants of their respective villages.
Arthur stood a few dozen meters away, hoping to spectate an amusing battle. After failing to achieve his goal, the crimson-eyed man had attempted a few more times, but to no avail. His bones were on the cusp of shattering for good.
The pressure on his mana circuits continued to increase, and since the circuits heavily depended on his skeletal structure to be held together, the pressure on them suffered an increment recently, too.
