Chapter 33: The Tournament Beckons
Aamir raced across the bustling campus, his heart pounding as he weaved through the throngs of students and spectators. The gravity of the situation began to sink in. Four days had passed in the outside world while he battled through the Trivnal Tower. The tournament was about to begin, and he couldn’t afford to be late.
The crowd was thicker near the central arena, with food stalls, merchandise booths, and entertainment stands lining the paths. Outsiders mingled with students, all eager for the tournament’s spectacle. Despite his hunger and exhaustion, Aamir pressed on. His time in the tower had drained him, both physically and mentally, but the adrenaline coursing through his veins gave him the push he needed.
Navin stood on the raised platform overlooking the vast arena. Rows upon rows of spectators filled the stands, their cheers echoing across the campus. The grand stage had been set—two massive battle stages gleamed in the sunlight, each equipped with protective barriers to shield the audience from stray attacks.
Aafreen approached him, her usual calm demeanor slightly tinged with concern.
"Any sign of him?"
Navin shook his head.
"Not yet. He’s cutting it dangerously close."
Aafreen’s sharp eyes scanned the crowd.
"Do you think he’s ready? Four days in the Trivnal Tower could either sharpen him or break him."
Navin let out a deep sigh.
"That boy has a knack for surprising people. Let’s hope he does it again."