"Ha…"
The sound of Adam's tired breath hummed with the wind blowing across his face, almost harmonizing with the hum of his bicycle tire that was rolling against the worn asphalt.
He pedaled steadily along the empty country road, and the horizon stretched before him—nothing but fields and hills under the afternoon sun. Finally, he wasn't surrounded by the destruction and chaos of the Game.
There were fewer than three weeks left before the next Game, and although it wasn't completely certain that he would be summoned again, as a veteran, the chance of him participating again was extremely high.
Eighty percent, according to the International Battle Arena Association.
Adam inhaled deeply, tasting the clean air that was untainted by the ashes of the dead. It was empty, yes. But its emptiness was completely different from the one he was used to.
There was no death here, only life persevering.
