Marlon stood at the center of the hunters who had formerly come to subdue him and his teammates. All eyes were fixed on him with awe, curious questions being tossed into the air one after another until the small area became noisy.
"What kind of challenge did you face?"
"Was it a story-mode challenge or a monster-assault challenge?"
"What was your rating in the breakthrough trial? Is it close to sixty?"
The questions came so fast that Marlon didn't even know which one to answer or ignore. He simply stood there, wearing his usual confident smile, his gaze shifting from one face to another until it landed on Lyra.
She was the only one not asking him anything at the moment. Instead, she stared at him quietly, observing his figure. Her red eyes glinted softly as the cold wind brushed against her face, causing her white hair to flutter gracefully.
When their eyes met, he noticed a subtle shiver run through her body—so faint one could easily miss it.
