"The bouts will be held in two main brackets, and the victor of each bout will advance to the next round. The final state of brackets A and B is before you; who will fight whom will be determined by drawing lots!"
The images projected onto the massive wall Sokom pointed at were large enough for everyone to see. Thousands of people were examining brackets A and B.
The two individuals who arrived at the last moment were at the very bottom of the list and in different brackets. Edgan would fight in bracket A, and Mel in bracket B; the youth in red pulled his gaze from the wall and called out to his friend.
"Mel, no matter what happens, I will turn you back from the path you've strayed onto!"
His lips didn't move; using his energy, he directed his voice straight into Mel's ears.
"Is that so? If you don't die before reaching the finals, you can try your luck!"
Unlike his friend, Mel spoke with his booming voice; his surroundings and half the arena easily heard what he said.
