The crowd, packed tightly into the stands, leaned forward in their seats, their breaths held in anticipation, their whispers hushed to a low murmur as they watched the arena below.
Jae's heart pounded in his chest, his eyes flicking between Byun's stoic, unreadable expression and Sun's arrogant, self-assured smirk, knowing this fight would reveal the true extent of the gap between him and the elite fighters at the top.
Can Byun really pull this off? Jae thought, his fists clenching so tightly his nails dug into his palms, drawing faint pinpricks of blood as he watched, torn between awe and nervous anticipation.
Sun stood in the center of the arena, his dark eyes darting urgently, searching for Byun, who had vanished into his shadows like smoke dissolving into the air.
