Thirty minutes later, they—Sheva, Bagas, Claudia, and Irene—arrived at the venue that was already packed with players from all around the world. They wished each other good luck first before going straight to their respective battlefield. Bagas went directly to the media booth, where he would start the broadcast, while the other three went straight to the table where they were assigned.
'Table ten, huh?' Sheva muttered, trying to find it. 'Ah, here that is!' The boy walked faster as he found the table where he would play the next round of the tournament.
