Two days had passed since Amyra's confession and the dinner with Nyx and saying that not a lot had happened would be an understatement.
Alden's life had nearly flipped upside down.
Everywhere he went, people gave him suspicious looks as the images from that night, paired with the testimonies of some useless fuckers, had made headlines portraying him as a playboy dating both Amyra and Nyx at the same time.
Just my luck.
Alden sighed as he scanned through countless articles about himself. He was currently in the waiting room as his match would be starting soon.
His last match had been against someone from the elven academy and it had been completely anticlimactic as his opponent, a spirit archer, had given up as soon as the match started.
Alden could guess what had happened.
Unlike humans, spirits were far more sensitive to power, mana and bloodlust. His opponent's spirit companion had likely sensed the danger from Alden even before he could act, warning its partner to give up.
