THE VILLAIN'S POV

Snow made his way toward the largest tent—

If there were answers, they’d be in there.

He slipped in silently.

What greeted him was not a clue ..

But a deafening roar.

Cheers erupted around him as blinding lights struck from above, illuminating the inside of the tent in a dazzling spectacle.

The space had been magically soundproofed .

No noise reached the outside.

Inside, the air was dense with sweat and blood.

Unlike the shrouded figures outside, the people here bared their faces ..

Their skin dry and cracked, their features sharp and worn like they were all suffering from a chronic illness.