With the number of significant changes in the Official Beast Tournament, White Mist actually felt a hint of anxiousness for the first time in his life. He clasped his hands and breathed air inside, trying to calm himself before he walked towards the grand stage which would decide his fate of surviving another round or not.
Over the past few years, White MIst stood at the top of the food chain. He was the apex predator of beast tamers and no one could defeat him. Not even Black Fog, who had deemed him as his rival ever since he founded his faction, couldn't even step in his shadow. He was simply unbeatable, and his control over his tamed beasts was unmatched.
He was successful, living off of the prize money he won every single time at the Official Beast Tournament. Some even counted the tournament as bullying since no one could dare hope to win against the beast master.