The next day, Kain strolled nonchalantly into the arena. His calm and composed demeanor showed none of the turmoil and exhaustion he'd been dealing with recently.
His steps were steady, his expression neutral, but the moment he entered, a wave of whispers rippled through the crowd.
"Look who finally decided to show up!"
"Guess yesterday's match against Kairos put him in his place. Must've realized he's not as untouchable as he thinks."
"Arrogance only gets you so far. Looks like Newman learned that the hard way."
Kain heard every word, although it didn't seem as though they had any real intention of not allowing him to hear. They were meant to sting, to provoke.
But Kain didn't care. He didn't flinch, didn't so much as glance at the murmuring crowd as he made his way through the seating area.
Instead, he let their words wash over him like rain on stone.
Perhaps he was a little arrogant—but so what? He had the capital to be.