High in the upper VIP section of the Eldorian stands, the atmosphere was a mixture of tense anticipation and lingering disappointment. Down in the arena, the medical priests were helping escort Summer out of the ring following her loss against Yukimura.
Sitting in one of the most lavish seats in the coliseum, Duke Reuben Valentine rested his elbow on the seat's arm rest.
His calculating eyes swept over the remaining representatives of Eldorian, quietly evaluating. After a moment, his gaze shifted across the expanse of the arena and locked onto the Myrian representatives.
Done with his assessment, Reuben let out a quiet breath. He leaned back in his seat and turned his head toward his wife who was currently watching the arena with mild interest.
"Julie. I'm going to use the restroom. And I'll be stepping out for a quick smoke break."
