A moment later, the totem was pulled into the platform and replaced with another, taking the shape of a different rune... Even the whispers changed, leaving Demetris to stare at the now-shut door with quivering, half-opened lips.
It was like he wanted to object, to take back what he had done, but the words refused to leave his throat.
He struck out, and the fact that he did it under national TV made his unsettled heart sink to the bottom of his stomach.
While he wasn't used to this vile, shameful experience, Demetris still managed to recollect his emotions with a deep breath.
'Forget about him... forget about the spotlight... forget about everything.' He narrowed his eyes coldly. 'I will deal with him later. For now, I must pass this section and contest the Wyvern. No one deserves that Nightmount more than me. No one!'
