Vivian looked at his father.
At this point, his body was injured to the brink, and his breath came out in rough, raspy gasps as he tried to stay focused, his vision blurring again and again.
His long metallic hair was soaked in blood, sticking to his face and neck.
From the sitting area of the arena, he could hear worried shouts and cries.
They were most likely from his mother, but he didn't look in her direction.
He couldn't afford to lose focus now.
At this moment, only one thought burned inside him, stronger than the pain, stronger than fear.
"Intuition… intuition… intuition," he muttered again and again, his voice trembling.
His hands shook as he forced himself to stand straight.
He could feel something deep inside him, something wild and restless, trying to break free.
He wanted to awaken it, no matter what it took, even if it injured him to the point where he couldn't move.
