The sound of war drums faded, replaced by the deep, resonant blare of bullhorns.
The Blue Team players, in a loose formation, began their own frenzied dance. Their movements were wild and unrestrained, at times accompanied by sharp cries of "Ah! Ah!"—primitive, savage, and stirring the blood of all who watched.
When the horns finally ceased and both teams lined up, bowing solemnly to the audience, the cheers inside the arena thundered without end.
Teos was utterly captivated by this novel, never-before-seen opening ceremony, so much so that he did not even hear Dikpolis's words clearly.
"Teos, which team do you want to win?"
"The Blue Team!" Teos answered without hesitation, his eyes still drawn by the primal ferocity of their war dance.
"You actually want the Lucanians to win?!" Dikpolis was surprised.
"The Blue Team is from Niritum?!" Teos suddenly realized, no wonder their dance was so different.
