"Nox!" "Nox!" "Nox!"
The crowd of first years cheered the moment he stepped up the platform.
It was a weird feeling really, as Nox wasn't used to being the center of attention. Well, attention had been on him all this while, but the crowd hadn't been screaming his name.
Even though it was weird, he didn't hate it. It was different from the attention he had on him when he first arrived at the city.
Then, it felt like disgust, but now?
They actually did like him?
With a sigh, Nox's grip around Morpho tightened, he wouldn't admit it, but this felt pretty good.
"And for the final battle of today," the announcer's voice cut through the wave of cheers, "we have Nox, one of the three dark horses of the first years and he's up against Calewin, a third year who has been a star throughout the tournament."
Calewin calmly walked to the platform and the crowd immediately got rowdier, especially the second and third years.
