Galen took a deep breath, glancing towards one side at Gren, as if the spirit of a gambling god had possessed her.
She claimed to have handed her fate to the judgment of the storm and the Wave Holy Spirit, her poker face showing no sadness or joy, only a serious look as she stared at the two opponents on the field.
If she could still remain unmoved, it meant that she didn't bet on the already defeated Saleret, the subject was still on the field.
Seventy thousand plus Golden Dragons, that's putting in a large luxury estate, ten top-notch heavenly maidens as maids, one hundred servants, and a lifetime of sea, land, and air feasts combined with wealth and prosperity.
What astonishing composure.
Galen couldn't help but think so, during this over-a-week-long miraculous gambling journey, Gren had also completed a transformation.
Sky Arena.
