Chapter 150 - The Catharsis of the Stars

​The air inside Shibuya's Capital Indoor Arena seemed to have completely crystallized. The ten thousand souls packed into the stands of the Olympic complex maintained a pristine, tense, and absolute silence, terrified that the slightest whisper might shatter the scene's fragile equilibrium. In the exact center of the frozen rectangle, bathed in the overhead lights of the international broadcast, Aibek remained motionless. His figure, exceptionally sleek and neatly dressed in a night-blue sheer costume dusted with silver sparkles, stood out like a stroke of ink on a white canvas. His right hand, tightly wrapped under the elastic glove hiding the rigidity of the support bandage, rested crossed over his chest; his left, trembling yet firm, gently held his hip in an attempt to control the slight rise and fall of his breathing.