The crowd was filled with people from all across the Sanguine family, those with standing, those without.
Chatters from parents echoed through the area as they fussed over their children, making sure they were in the right frame of mind for the competition.
But amidst all this chaos, one part of the crowd stood out. Youths whose aura felt different. Unshakable demeanors. Cold, distant gazes. The veins.
The rest made sure to steer clear of that section, even the captains, who were themselves walking weapons of mass destruction. Yet somehow, in this gathering, the veins felt even more threatening.
They would get their chance to try and win them over later. But now, with the tension running high and each youth on edge, trying to engage them would only be a mistake.
Still, many captains stole glances at the veins, already beginning to map out their approach.
In the middle of the buzz, a random captain's voice suddenly rang out.
"He's here."
