Zack observed the arena, it was the sixth round, the one that Zaroth had already gone through.
Truthfully, Zack didn't feel worried as he was confided in his abilities to win, even if he was forbidden from using his powers.
Even if he couldn't make weapons and armor from blood, it didn't mean that he couldn't make his body stronger by making his blood run faster through his veins.
It wasn't like his uncle or anybody from his family was going to notice—
Zack's spine ran cold as he noticed a certain individual sitting at the very back of the arena, watching with his crimson eyes the fight that was about to take place.
It was Alexander, or in other words, Zack's uncle.
He had come to watch his match.
Zack wasn't dumb enough to use his powers before his uncle's gaze, meaning that in this match, he wouldn't be able to use his powers at all.
At the moment, only a single thought ran through his mind,
'Fuck.'
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