The walkout from the tunnel felt different this time, experiencing the palpable excitement of the audience as he stepped into view. It was almost deafening, hearing an incomprehensible mixture of his name and supporting words as he crossed the bridge onto the battlegrounds.
He slowly exhaled, clenching his hands repeatedly to warm his body up, trying his best to adjust to the overwhelming pressure of such a crowd.
'I've never really been a fan of the spotlight, I guess. It's not stage fright or anything, but I suppose I do feel some pressure to perform,' he thought, slowly exhaling while looking across the rocky stadium at the opposing tunnel.
Behind him, the drawbridge was pulled back while the one across was set down with the mysterious assassin crossing over. Compared to his welcoming from the crowd, there was almost no support for Van, in fact, he was showered in boos more than praise.
"Not much of a fan favorite?" Noah called out from his side.
