Bright, resolute, and sharp.
It was as if a sword had been unsheathed.
Anyone who saw Deljo's eyes at that moment would have this thought immediately.
And then?
Pain.
Just like the people in Elta Square at that moment.
They felt as if their eyes were pierced by something; many cried out in pain, while more covered their eyes and looked down.
Only the voice of the Earl Swordsmanship Chief at their ears—
"Begin!"
His call to start captured everyone's attention.
They wanted to witness the battle on the platform, but their tear-filled eyes saw only a blur; everyone's view was obscured.
All they could catch was the sound of the wind.
The piercing sound of the wind began to howl.
It was like a whirlwind that suddenly picked up over the ocean, lifting towering waves.
It also lifted the curiosity in the hearts of everyone in Elta Square.
That's how people are.
The less they see, the more they want to see.
And the world?
The more you want to see, the less it lets you see.
