chapter 12

Aaron's vision suddenly began to get clearer. The drink was wearing off. But unfortunately, what he saw didn't. Alias was nowhere to be seen in the arena. Yet the crowd cheered on, obliviously. As if this was just the routine. They didn't consider that the defeated fighter had disappeared mysteriously. Aaron looked at Akilla. Her face was numb, emotionless. Had she seen what he'd seen?

"It does that," said the girl beside Aaron.

"What?" Aaron asked startled. He still felt like he was waking up from a dream. This was all a dream. It had to be.

The blonde girl looked back at the arena.

"The drink. It makes you see things. But eventually, the effect wears off."

"I'm not seeing things. I just saw Alias vanish and they didn't even bother to take him inside the coliseum. I'm not seeing things!"

The blonde girl smiled. It was a reassuring kind of smile. "You need to rest. I'm Torra."