Isadora did not reply, and her silence caused murmurs. She didn't look as if she were ready for anything, but as someone already been defeated.
"She came to drop out."
"Maybe she can't go through with it."
"What a shame."
"I wanted to see her fight."
"She should drop out now before it's too late."
"Silence!" Logi yelled, causing them to shut their mouths. He quickly forced a smile on his lips and continued. "Lord Raven has a word for you, uncrowned warrior."
Isadora slowly lifted her gaze, as a strong presence filled the arena. Loud footsteps echoed as a massive figure strode to the ledge, commanding everyone's everyone.
Logi gave a dramatic bow and then stepped back.
Kraven placed his hands on the ledge, a smirk playing on his lips as he stared down at his obsession.
"What awaits you is certain death, young warrior." His gravel voice echoed through the air, and its pressure commanded an immense silence—no one dared to make a sound.
