As the hosting kingdom, Drake was made the unofficial head of the meeting. This post wasn't bestowed upon him—it happened naturally.
Nox remained seated, one eye fixed on the timer glimmering beside him. There were still over 104 hours left, which was roughly four and a half days.
Maybe I should stop looking at it and time will run faster, he thought absentmindedly, unaware that several gazes were scrutinizing him at that moment.
He was the so-called champion who had defeated Valkor—the strongest of their generation. Naturally, everyone was curious about him. A few, like Nyxirith, hadn't even watched his fight as she had left after being eliminated.
"How strong is he?"
"Is he really the strongest dragon of our generation?"
"I need to play my cards well. Being close to someone like him will certainly open a lot of doors in the future."
And, of course, a small number—mostly the females present in the chamber—wanted to get on Nox's good side.
