Slowly, a week went by, and it was finally time for the tournament. The entire city was filled with young awakened who wanted to participate in the tournament.
Aren was shocked that even after staying there for nearly a month, none of the chosen participants had actually come to attack him and take his token.
With the way that Aoi and Roger warned him, he was certain that they would come for sure, yet they did not.
The group got ready that day, everyone preparing to head for the Black Castle. It was finally open, the center of the entire city, the place where everything would happen, the War God Tournament.
Aren sat on his bed, staring at his hands with a detached look. So much had happened so far. Months had gone by. He was a different person, yet he felt empty, heavy, and deep in his heart, he felt scared.
