Late at night, a girl ran through the mountain forest like a nimble leopard... With one great leap, she landed beneath the moon in a long-abandoned courtyard.
The air was thick with the stench of blood... and the lingering fear of those who had died.
"Am I late again...?"
The girl silently opened the sanatorium's main hall door. Her expression shifted--in the end, she silently closed it again.
A sudden doubt arose in her heart. To deal with the demon that had slaughtered her god, was it really right to summon another demon?
With a sigh, the girl came to the dried-up fountain, raised her head toward the moonlight, and prayed.
"Please give me the correct guidance, God of Heaven, Etsamuna..."
The moonlight was cold and clear, and the girl's expression was conflicted.
The second-stage Arena Competition soon entered its third day, which was also the final day of this round.
The Divine Land contestants had no matches today, but many of them still came and took their seats as spectators... Today was practically a performance by the American contestants.
"Look, that one called Storm Witch can control both storms and lightning at the same time. She's a formidable opponent!"
Although the American contestants always cleverly avoided the elites from various countries and organizations for one reason or another, that did not seem to mean they were actually weak.
"Huh... who is this person? He actually defeated Marble Kid? He ranked seventh among the American contestants..."
"I remember now. He seems to be from that dark-horse team from Chad..."
"Chad... were they scheduled for today?"
"Probably. I didn't pay much attention over the past two days... It seems they really hadn't taken the field before."
"Look! They won again... and it's another contestant from Chad!"
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