valenti vitell

After the third round of fights, the tournament was suspended until the next day, and everyone returned home. Sitting at the desk in Valon’s room, Noah was busy replicating the headband he got from Saimallah. He had already used alchemy to create an exact replica, including the engraved runes, and was now applying a suitable ink. As he worked, he scrutinized the formula repeatedly, making sure it did what it was supposed to. For all he knew, putting it on could brand him with a curse. In his long years across the multiverse, he had learned to always look a gift horse in the mouth. Reading the formula was like reading a contract, and he had to be wary of fine print.

That's it, Seiya. Don't be afraid of me. Very soon, you will understand everything. Finally, we can be together. Calm, please take a look at me. Look at my eyes. The intricate spirals make you feel relaxed. As a saint, your mission is to serve Athena, but now the battles are over. You just need to focus on me. It's time for you to take a break. I will help you. Soon, you will only have me in your head.

Valia abstained from joining Noah at the arena, still feeling under the weather from her spell gone wrong. Shannon stayed with her while Noah set out. He still had a job to do. He arrived at the arena to find Cyrilo and her entourage joining in with the crowd.“So, you decided to finally come out and see the fights?” Noah asked.