"Will I face the same end?"
The man in the Black Robe couldn't help but recall the various promises Lin Disi had made to him before, as his gaze fell.
....
"Any one of them on the field could potentially kill Ronan Damien."
"Do you think he will ultimately die by whose hand?"
"This is a trap that cannot be refused, once stepped into, one can only wait silently for Death's arrival amidst the elusive and intangible hope..."
Ronan stood on his own Stone Pillar, with the spirited discussions of the onlookers constantly reaching his ears.
Looking up, every person atop the other seven Stone Pillars was watching him, each with different expressions, mostly hiding fervent and longing desires, and some with undisguised icy intentions.
He was not a man favored by "luck".
On the contrary, it seemed he was the only unfortunate one chosen out of the eight.
