Abigail took in a deep breath once she received the prompt to descend to the arena floor.
When she drew her opponent earlier, she instantly knew her chances of winning were slim to none. Her opponent was a boy named Percival Adams.
A dark sclera human in Class A3, one of the elite classes and an earth ability user. It was a poor matchup.
Earth ability users were known for their strong defence and heavy attacks, and with her main weapon being a bow and an arrow, she could only sigh in resignation.
But that did not mean she gave up as the battlefield was constantly changing.
She approached the formation and was instantly brought to her battleground where Percival was already waiting.
The boy stood with both arms folded across his chest as the air around him felt domineering and robust.
His green eyes in the backdrop of his dark sclera gave him a frightening look and revealed the sharp glint in them that promised pain and suffering.
