No one paid attention to the representative's words. Every eye in the hall was on the unfurled banners.
There were two. One in gold, the other one in silver. Each banner had eight teams, with the gold one displaying the number one to eight. Everyone's eyes of course shot toward the number one on that list.
Alliance of Cursed Ones – Sterling Poundersire of Asterella
The name rendered everyone speechless. This had to be a joke. Unlike others who were still guessing what group would choose such a name, Hex knew at once. And yet, he looked wide-eyed at the golden banner.
'No one sane would choose such a name–,' Hex thought but he stopped and glanced at the silver-haired boy beside him. Sterling was grinning from ear to ear. Apparently, he achieved whatever shock-effect he wished to achieve.
He noticed Hex glancing at him and met his gaze. The smile – the one that made Hex wish to punch his teeth off his face – became broader.
