Kimora stared at Predath’s gray eyes. He sure had his father Travott’s eyes, which almost gave Kimora some kind of inexplicable chill deep inside. She even rubbed her arms as chicken skin appeared on her host’s skin. Looking up above, she could see the green sky, and the official duel was now starting after the black dragon’s head faded away.
She noticed he didn’t make a move right in the very second the signal vanished. Instead, he watched her, or rather Medakkaru, keenly. It somehow made her skin crawl for a reason, which was the first time she felt during a duel. She gathered he was way different from other Medakkaru’s previous opponents.
The spectators gave off a tensed aura—quiet, did not even blink and practically held their breaths. Kimora, however, did not dare transfer her gaze
