The silence was so complete it seemed the arena itself had forgotten how to breathe.
Which was broken by…
The clapping sound echoed from the highest floor.
Leon looked at the girl lying unconscious in the distance. He had controlled his strength perfectly, but he didn't take into account that his body seemed to be a lot more different than before.
He still remembered the message from the system, which told him about how his race had changed after the crazy transformation that happened when he touched the golden clone made out of the weird energy of himself, inscribed with ancient symbols.
Leon had left in a hurry without checking his status, because he knew he was late for the festival.
His eyes darted to the upper floor where he saw Seraphine clapping for him, and he couldn't help but show a warm smile at her pure support.
And then he looked at the announcer with scrutiny.
Is this man trying to make me responsible for taking her life?
