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STAGE EIGHTEEN >> Tower Arena (Part Two)

This is a work of fiction. All of the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this story are all products of the author's imagination used in fictitious manner. Any resemblance to an actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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[TW: This part contains content that some might find disturbing, reader's discretion is advised]

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"Are you sure about this?" Lazuli has asked her for the umpteenth time already.

Princess was in full compliance with her own decision and nodded without a hint of hesitation, "I'm sure."

The battle between the Blood Princess and the Wanderer was something that the other players were anticipating. In short, it was a huge deal and the whole arena was packed. Princess didn't expect her popularity to soar, wasn't it only yesterday when her original self, decided to create this avatar thinking that female players gain more attraction and that she didn't want to take this game seriously?

But everything changes, her original self, also thought about this.

Challenging the champion of Tower Arena can be tough and a lot of the players who reached level 50 were already contented to place their names in the top ten and didn't proceed to even face the Wanderer. They say she has never been defeated and her fame was undeniable, judging by the way people reacted when the Blood Princess issued a challenge.

Lazuli along with Isilynor and Sable sat nearer to the stage to see the battle clearly. They were both nervous and excited as they could hear the other players start placing their bets.

As she entered the arena, she could hear loud cheers and whistles from the crowd. Princess wore her best armor crafted by Sable and blessed by Lazuli. She was glad that her friends were there for her. But the moment she stepped on the stage and saw her rival on the other end-everything went into pause.

The time stopped and all she could see was that dark silhouette.

Wanderer looks astounding as she thought and everything about her spell high-ranking character. She was dressed in all black and her katana shining in the silvery mist was making her overall appearance intimidating.

From the back of her mind, her other self could only gaze at the person in front of her with amazement, unable to believe that the Wanderer and that man were the same people.

There was no time to think about the other person and she knows that the master of this avatar will not unveil her skills in one go. Without reluctance once the game signals the start, Princess rushed forward to the opponent with a barrage of attacks.

She could see the stunned expression on the Wanderer's face but she ignored them completely and continued with her task. Except that the other person wasn't making any moves at her, other than dodging her attacks.

"Impressive," Princess heard her loud and clear even if her voice was so soft. "I'm starting to think you hate me."

Knowing how near she was, the Princess slithered to the ground to maintain her distance but the Wanderer didn't move from her position and cocked her head to study her, seemingly trying to read her thoughts.

"What's the matter? I haven't moved an inch..."

"Would you stop talking and fight me already?!" Princess retorted, slightly vexed about how this wasn't going the way she planned.