After a short regroup and congratulations, the team waited in the quiet hum of the arena, nerves settling under the promise of the final round—where the victors from every server would collide and one guild would claim the title of Champion.
While Leonel and Nikolai argued about whether the prize money would be enough to buy a floating mansion, Sumeri studied Ren. "No wonder you're so confident," she said. "So how did you get your ATP that high?"
"A series of lucks," Ren answered.
Sumeri's mouth curved, amused but unconvinced. "Luck, huh? And I suppose you also 'luckily' won every fight." She tapped her elbow, eyes bright with curiosity and the slightest edge of envy. "You won't tell me the exact number, will you? Or how you did it?"
Ren looked at her then—and for an instant, the storm above seemed to quiet. Sumeri's eyes were a clear blue that cut right through his mask. "Don't worry about my ATP," he said softly. "Focus on what's ahead. We might face Black Lion."
