Siva (Volume 5) The Eyes of Origins

Chapter 32: Day Turns Into Night

hey guys, sorry for the late update. 

Just got back from the place with a cross in it.

Anyways, this is your Chapter 32... please enjoy the read and give me a heart if you liked it.

I won't be able to go to work on the construction site today so I will be writing. hehe...

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Chapter 32: Day Turns Into Night
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The announcer was really an expert as he introduced everyone else in a splendid manner. The other 14 participants all had their own respective entrances with some being as simple as the Night Locking Victory though some were also grand but not as grand as the top 5 and 4... and the tied on top 3 rank in the city: Nine Dragons Gate and The Valkyries.

When it came with the 15th Guild to be introduced, the announcer still did his best to introduce them without seeming to lose energy and intensity as he did with the other firsts.

This team's entrance was like the NDG, only a bit dimmer and muffled, and without the grand fireworks abruptly exploding in the air.

And when this team placed themselves on their side of the arena, it finally came into the last Team to enter this said arena match.

Before the announcer could speak though, the sol that shined brightly in the sky suddenly began to darken.

Everyone thought that there was a solar eclipse as it was a darkening of the surroundings that had the same intensity and suddenness. As they all look up, they felt alarmed when a shadow so gigantic had arrogantly blocked the sol's light.

Even the energetic announcer lost his colors as he was unable to adlib this scene that wasn't even in his teleprompter.

In fact, when he double checked his panel, he only saw that for the last group, his only job was to stay quiet.

The announcer looked down towards the control booth of the arena and spoke in his Comms Line.

"What the hell is happening?"

The floor director spread his arms wide and then shrugged, shaking his head sideways.

After that, the announcer looked at another direction again and there he made contact with the Director and his voice echoed.

"It's the participant's request. Apparently, they did not tell us what their entrance will be and so we were left with no choice but to follow. They said that we will sure to get many bets when they do this."

Faced with this gamble, the announcer grit his teeth, looking at his panel before asking the Director.

"At least tell me what their name is."

The Director seemed to have remembered that he's unable to get the name of this team and so sent some underlings to go fetch someone who knew.

Seconds passed and the entire arena became silent.

The announcer became pale as his image was being affected by what was happening, and so faced with no other choice, he angrily growled in the comms line.

"Fuck it. I'll just improvise with their name."

When he said this, he removed his comm device from his ear and then, with a low and serious tone, spoke with solemnity –a complete contrast than how he had introduced the rest.