Bab 95: The Qualifications Begins

The roar of the crowd was deafening as Eratz stepped into the arena. The energy in the air was almost tangible, and as soon as his figure emerged from the tunnel, the noise hit a fever pitch.

Fans screamed his nickname, a little few waving banners and flags, their voices mingling in one unified cheer.

He stepped into the light, his white hair glistening like silver in the sun, flowing freely down his back, a stark contrast to the white and deep blacks of his intricate, tailored outfit.

His outfit was regal and yet wild, a long, flowing white coat decorated with black designs, the back being embroidered with elegant silver designs.

His boots were black, pointed, with metallic accents that clattered against the ground as he walked with a calm, unwavering confidence.