The combat arena was supposed to be quiet at this hour of the day; a place where freshers tested themselves in controlled matches, sharpening their edges.
But the moment Kairo stepped through the gate, dragged by Mira's relentless hand, silence fell like a hammer.
It was the first time that he entered the chamber where the combat arena was, and his arrival elicited an immediate reaction.
Dozens of heads turned, and whispers spread like wildfire.
"That's him… the Slumrat who survived the Demon attack."
"Fraud. It must've been luck."
"I heard he only has one ability… Muscle Genesis? What a joke."
"What's he doing here?"
Kairo froze.
He lowered his head, trying to will himself into invisibility. 'MIRA!!!' He screamed in his mind to no avail.
Yes, he was hungry. Yes, he allowed Mira to drag him here, but still, he had expectations of what he wanted.
