Kyrian woke early on the fourth day since the opening of the Coliseum.
It was still dark when he opened his eyes. The inn remained silent. He sat up on the bed and felt the state of his two dantians. The Qi had almost completely recovered after the night of rest.
The battle against Han Xue had demanded much more than he had shown. He stood up briefly and put on his robe.
Bai Zhu was already awake when he went downstairs.
"Did you sleep well?" Bai Zhu asked while adjusting the robe of the Blood Court.
Kyrian simply nodded. The two set off together toward the Coliseum. On the way, something was different.
Kyrian had always felt gazes while walking through the city. His appearance drew attention. His eyes, even more so. But now it was different. Very different. People were not just looking.
They stopped and whispered.
Some stepped aside, making space for him to pass. Others stared openly, as if standing before something rare.
"It's him…"
