She still wore the slightly shabby outfit, hiding her hair and smearing her face with ashes; only her eyes, black and white, remained bright.
Seventeen stood in front of her, almost two heads taller than she was.
"You're going to win, right?"
Today, Hannah had to face an utterly mutated brown bear, which was dozens of times more powerful and dangerous than a half-evolved wild beast.
Hannah remained expressionless, showing neither fear nor excitement, just calm, "I will win."
That's what she said.
Because she truly wanted to leave Brie now.
This place had imprisoned her.
Seventeen didn't know what else to do but suppress the surging emotions in his heart and say, "I believe you."
Hannah replied, "Good."
On the stage, the host struck the gong next to him.
The countdown officially began.
Tonight's audience was even more aggressive than last time; even before the match had begun, people were yelling that Hannah would lose.
"Bite off that mute's head, crush her bones!"
