It was time.
I stood before the entrance to the tunnel that led to the heart of the circle. The place seemed calm, perfectly still in its appearance of stone and silence, but I could already feel, just beneath my feet, the muffled beatings of the world below. The voices. The footsteps. The echoes of things we try not to relive. The moment was approaching. The one I would have liked to delay a bit longer. Just a little. One more minute, maybe two. But it was here now, placed before me like a blade in balance. The time had come to go to the Inter-Species Tournament.
Time to see them again.
