Chapter 141
"Are you nervous?" Ronan asked, glancing sideways at Han.
Han shook his head, expression calm.
They were seated in the preparation room just a few meters away from the stage. The muffled roar of the crowd seeped through the reinforced walls like a heartbeat growing louder.
Truth was, Han was nervous—but not for the reason Ronan assumed.
He wasn't worried about losing to Jay. In fact, Han was confident in his victory.
What made his heart race was something deeper. Would the Evol Shard truly buy his aunt more time? Would it delay the inevitable until a cure was finally found?
He clenched his fists, forcing a breath through his lips, willing his rising anxiety to settle. It will work out, he told himself. It has to.
Ronan gave him a nod before stepping out, leaving Han alone with his thoughts.
A few minutes later, the announcer's voice echoed through the corridor, calling Han to the stage.
He rose, every step heavy with pressure and purpose.
