The night passed quickly, and Raiden lay dormant, distant from the world around him, all his wounds from the previous night already healed. As morning approached, the arena began to crowd again.
Raiden's head rested on Noelle's lap, while Ash perched on her shoulder. She had been affected by Raiden's situation more than anticipated.
But his slumber didn't stop Zion from claiming his prize. A few hours into the day, Zion approached Noelle with a soft smile, his fingers rubbing his mustache.
"He's really a strong one you've got there," Zion said as he sat down nearby.
Noelle paid him no mind, her gaze darting between the fighters on the field as the crowd cheered regardless.
Zion glanced at Noelle and Raiden for a moment, then sighed. "Well, his prowess isn't what I'm interested in." He rose to his feet and adjusted his glasses. "You have a duel to the death with one of my people in four matches."
He began walking away. "Prepare yourself."
