Anyone who had seen Zin fight seriously even once knew that he always carried the red apple with him.
On the one hand, it was just a piece of fruit. Its shape, color, scent, and even the crunch when bitten were the same as those of a fresh apple you could buy at any store.
However, everyone knew that part of Zin's powers was hidden within that apple. Every time he bit into it, something significant happened, something that could help him win.
The emerald clock continued ticking, counting the time that had passed since the start of the battle, but for the first time during their fight, complete silence hung over the arena.
No one could place any more bets. Sure, many wanted to, but there were no fools here willing to risk incurring Leerna's wrath. Neither she nor her assistants would accept a single more bet. Now the spectators could only watch the progress of the fight just like in any other arena.
"Hmm? What is that?" someone muttered, confused.
