As Caleb stood outside Heathens Arena, his mind wandered back to a recent encounter with a rather rude uncle he had crossed paths with on the bustling streets of Manila. The man had scoffed at Caleb's enthusiasm for the upcoming battles, dismissing them as mere spectacles devoid of meaning.
"That old man couldn't be more wrong," Caleb muttered to himself, his brow furrowed in annoyance. "Battles may be violent, but they also bring color to life. They test our limits, push us to grow stronger, and forge bonds that last a lifetime."
But Caleb understood that not everyone shared his perspective. Beauty, after all, was subjective, and what one person found thrilling, another might find distasteful. Still, he couldn't help but feel frustrated by the uncle's narrow-mindedness.
