Syria’s POV
The atmosphere was charged with tension as everyone assembled in the battle ground.
People occupied every inch of the arena.
“Fight! Fight! Fight!”
Some are sitting while some are standing, but all watching with sharp eyes. No one dared to look away. They were here for blood, and they knew tonight would not end peacefully.
I walked slowly toward the center of the battleground.
“Syria!”
I glanced back and saw Kael.
“Good luck, love,” he mouthed.
“I will.” I mouthed back.
The crowd shifted around, closing in and blocking every possible way out.
They made sure no one could run. Once you stepped into the middle, there was no turning back. That was the rule, and everyone knew it.
Upon arriving at the center, I halted and allowed the quiet to envelop me. My chest rose
