COLISEUM
Five minutes had passed in the real world since Marlon began his breakthrough trial.
The coliseum was still loud and restless, waves of discussion rippling through the crowd as spectators argued over his choice. Many of them called him reckless—an arrogant youth blinded by pride and thirst for fame. To them, his decision was nothing short of suicide.
Only a handful, barely a dozen, believed he might actually pull it off. Among them was a curvaceous young lady with long, fiery red hair seated gracefully in the VIP section.
A soft, elegant aura surrounded her as if the air itself bowed to her presence. Her golden eyes sparkled with brilliance, and the faint, knowing smile on her lips carried both calmness and confidence. Dressed in a flowing white gown and a wide sun hat, she radiated a beauty that few could rival.
"To think he has grown this much in just a few days since awakening," she murmured with a cheeky smile. "I was right to tag him as an anomaly."
