Pretty much expecting his fate inside the establishment, Vonn met judgmental eyes and dismissive treatment from the crowd. It wasn't surprising. He was in a fighting den, and naturally, adults scoffed at the idea of a kid signing himself up to fight.
The fighters, who had been warriors their entire lives—natural-born combatants—clung tightly to their pride. To them, the Ring of Warriors was sacred ground, meant only for those with battle-hardened bodies and indomitable wills. No mages, no monks, no other classes dared to tread here. This was a place for warriors, and warriors alone.
And yet, here was Vonn—a fresh flower among a field of withering weeds, or perhaps a ripe fruit amid a pile of rotten ones. His youthful appearance stood out like a beacon, making it painfully clear he didn't belong.
Despite the mocking jeers and hostile glares, Vonn pressed on.
"A kid? Seriously?" someone spat, their voice dripping with disdain.
