Seeing that none of the teenagers were coming up, Damien frowned.
No one wanted to be the first to come up on stage.
After all, if they performed too badly, they would be laughed at and mocked by the others, and no one wanted that kind of embarrassment.
Just when he was about to select someone at random, someone stepped out.
It was the blind girl, Natasha.
An amused smile curled her lips as she walked toward the stage with light steps, almost as if she was floating.
Strangely, she was barefooted, as though wearing shoes was some kind of curse she refused to bear.
Amon watched her with intrigue.
He had a vague feeling that what she used during their battle wasn't her full strength at all.
And now he was about to find out the truth.
Damien raised his brows casually toward Natasha.
"Interesting," he grinned, "you're pretty confident."
As he finished speaking, Natasha was already on stage.
