The scorching heat strikes his face. Raye looks at the dried ground. He grins, as though everything is going perfectly today. When the sun is shining, he is at his most powerful, as most of his cosmic abilities are pulled from the sun's energy. He quietly stands at the corner, patiently waiting for the duel rite to start. This is the second day and the remaining Tribe throne is about to duel today. I should win this. He told himself.
Seconds later, the sound of a gong echoes in the entire place. Raye takes a deep breath. What else should I be scared of? I've been through life-threatening battles? He assures himself. He knows why his heart is racing, it's because he so desperately wants to sit on the Warrior's throne. I can't just hand over control to Ashane. I wouldn't have competed for
