Each centimeter between his fingers and the deck seemed to expand several meters in his eyes as an invisible pressure crushed him under its weight.
The pressure of losing and of missing the genius' hands promised for the first place.
'NO! I can't lose!'
With an inner scream that shook his consciousness, he chased his fears away and retrieved the card in a blur of red and black.
His eyelids fluttered as he peeked at the smooth card in his hand, hope shining like a beacon in his heart.
The public cheered, eager to see how he'd defeat the flesh golem, and the arcanists leaned forward.
Despite the desperate situation, they now knew not to underestimate Adam's uncommon strategies and spells.
Yet, the world crumbled in his eyes the next second. He didn't get a chimaera. He didn't get the shadow ghost who would have helped him endure an attack. He didn't even get Virgo's lesser incarnation or any tier-four ghost.
