Moon spent the remaining time walking through the venue, before the tournament started, his eyes scanning every corner and inch.
Selene stayed beside him without question. She didn't ask what he was looking at, didn't interrupt his thinking, didn't try to fill the silence with conversation.
They navigated most of the venue together. The spectator stands. The competitor holding areas. The medical bays. The food vendors. The corridors that ran beneath the main arena. The vendor stalls that lined the outer plaza.
The only sections they couldn't access were the restricted portions reserved for officials, Association personnel, and Surpasser security teams.
Moon scanned everything.
