The sun's first light shone brightly across the lush grass as dawn approached, casting long shadows over the grassy plains.
Jash awoke to the chirping of birds and the gentle rustling of the wind through the grass.
He rubbed his eyes and stretched, his muscles aching slightly from the previous day's exertions.
Despite the chill in the air, he felt a sense of satisfaction—his plan was progressing, and he was still very much in the running for the top spot.
'Hopefully so,' he mused, knowing that the key aspect to securing first place still awaited him, but so did Amael and the protagonist.
He had subconsciously considered anyone other than the two not even worthy opponents aiming for the first place.
'If not for Amael being different, I could even count him out,' Jash sighed before shaking his head and standing up.
