"Your fight today will be difficult."
The words echoed by the side of White's head as he sat down amongst the seats in the arena.
Though today, he had been a bit perplexed at how full the arena was.
It was almost to the brim.
He turned his head, and there he found a young man with purple hair taking the seat beside him.
He turned to White, stretching his hand toward him before shifting his sleeve down a bit.
There was a tattoo on his] wrist just beneath his palm, and the sight of it made White's eyes gleam.
It was the same title imprinted on the Invitation Card he had been given.
"You belong to the cult."
White said as the young man pulled down his sleeve.
"I've been told you've been recently invited."
"I haven't given any answer, though."
White replied, and the boy smiled.
"I just wanted to warn you about your opponent today."
White turned to his watch, replying.
"Zion...Devilish!?"
