One week before the second trial ends.
Stark stood in his apartment's iving room, his hand resting on the [Colosseum Token] once again.
He had searched for months, and while he now knew the structure of each of the floors PERFECTLY, the secret area still eluded him.
But now, with only a week left, he had no choice but to give it everything he had.
"I'm going inside the Colosseum for a week," Stark said, his voice calm but resolute, "See ya."
Lana, who had been lounging on the couch, shot up in alarm. "Wait what? You're going for a week?!" she asked, her eyes wide with surprise.
Stark simply nodded, not bothering to explain further.
He couldn't afford to waste any more time.
The next seven days would be crucial if he wanted to find the entrance to the top of the tower, where Olikar waited.
Sora, who had been leaning against the kitchen counter, sipped her coffee quietly.
