Night-time in Yumaris was a different experience. Lights glowed everywhere, and Youm density made them burn brighter than normal.
In some places, it even felt like daylight. And in areas where people scarcely went, the lights were absent.
Looking from above, the buildings were a geometric wonder that looked aesthetically pleasing. Almost as if they were sculpted from mountains.
The arena lights had long dimmed, yet echoes of the announcement still clung to the city like a fresh wound.
Everyone's mind was on the upcoming contest.
Almost everyone.
Somewhere in the upper seats of the arena, a single chamber remained lit.
Lynnor leaned with her back against a cold wall. She didn't do so as the confident woman who mocked and teased moments ago, but as the frightened subordinate who remembered why she couldn't defy Henndar.
Her fingers trembled slightly.
Fear didn't always need to roar to be loud. Sometimes, it needed to flow silently in one's mind and resurface.
