The underground arena woke up all over again. Cheering and clapping, praising Lancet for accepting the challenge.
Luke turned fully toward Renan and narrowed his eyes with determination.
The duel was on!
The crowd burst into fresh noise, cheers and shouts ricocheting off the broken stone walls and shattered stands as the first-year students realized that they had been served something truly delicious.
Not one fight. Two. And the strongest Awakener in first year would be in both of them. The entire abandoned arena was being turned into a spectacle for students who were not supposed to be there in the first place.
Some of them were yelling Renan's name. Very few were shouting for Luke. A few were simply screaming at the top of their lungs because they understood, in the primitive way Awakeners sometimes did, that they were about to witness something worth bragging about for months.
