บท 7: Here Comes the Finals

"So, this is it," Theo muttered to himself while standing in front of the arena gates under the dark, early morning sky.

Birds hadn't woken up yet. The dead silence of the city street was both calming and ominous at the same time.

The gate opened, and the guard from yesterday walked out onto the staircase. His eyes immediately landed on the only other person around.

"Good morning, Mr. Preston," the guard spoke.

"Theo is fine."

"If you wish. Please come with me," he said and gestured toward Theo to walk up the stairs.

Theo complied. His mind was heavy, but his steps were light. He had defeated Cole once before; he could do it again, and yet, somewhere deep in him, there was a cloud of doubt.

Following the guard, Theo walked into the entrance hall.

"No receptions this time?" Theo asked in the empty room.

"There's no need. Half of London knows who you are now."

"Ah…"

Theo was reminded of the crowd in front of his gate yesterday.