Control your voice

Time passed quickly and in a blink of an eye, the last week of the competition arrived.

The audience returned and the atmosphere inside the dome turned lively.

In the past few weeks, many participants who got severely injured during the competition arrived in the dome and were taken away by the healers.

The audience's shocked murmurs echoed in the dome as they took in the sight of the top participant's points.

Anlee massaged his temples and gazed at the floating screen. He gingerly looked back at the Royal envoy who arrived yesterday just to pick the top two hundred participants.

The Royal envoy was a middle-aged elf. He wore a white shirt with golden patterns engraved on his shoulders and sleeves.

Anlee clicked his tongue. He wanted to interrogate the top participant secretly to know his identity but it seemed impossible now due to the envoy's presence.

He grumbled but focused on the large screen.