The cheering and roaring of more than a thousand spectators created an atmosphere worth experiencing at least once. Had Luke not been in this state, where the presence of the two moons left him feeling unusually confident and relaxed, he might have felt at least a little nervous. But now, standing at the edge of the arena with the crowd's thunder rolling around him, he felt remarkably calm.
He had done his preparation, and he knew exactly what his priority was.
He would get hurt. There was even a chance he could be killed. Yet knowing that death here would only teach him a few painful lessons rather than actually claim his life gave him the confidence to step into the arena and face his opponent without hesitation.
Another person stood waiting inside, most likely a referee or someone fulfilling a similar role. Luke barely spared him a glance. His attention remained fixed on the man he had come here to face.
Astfall.
