The arena fell into a tense silence, the loud cheers dying down as everyone leaned forward in anticipation. All eyes were on the stage, where Seraphine and Braun stood face to face. The sunlight streaming down from above highlighted their bosy—Seraphine, slim yet sturdy, her stance composee, versus Braun, an enormous mass of muscle, his broad shoulders casting a shadow over her.
From my spot by the entrance to the under-seating passage, I leaned against the cool stone wall, observing the scene unfold.
*Bam*
A piece of bubble gum lazily popped between my lips. The crowd, thousands strong, had fallen utterly silent.
Seraphine's expression was one of pure focus, her sharp eyes locked on her opponent. Her grip tightened on the hilt of her sword, which was sheathed for now but ready to come out.
But Braun… something about him wasn't right.
