The crowd was still buzzing about the Ghost Tamer.
Three matches. Three victories. Each one more impressive than the last. Kael had walked into the tournament as a nobody, a masked stranger with no history and no reputation. Now he was the talk of the city. People whispered his name in the streets. They argued about who he could be. They placed bets on how far he would go.
But Kael did not care about any of that. He cared about one thing only. Winning.
He sat in the small room that the tournament officials had given him. It was bare. A cot. A table. A chair. Nothing else. He had removed his mask, but he kept it close. He could not afford to be seen without it. Not yet. Not until he was ready.
Zephyr lay beside him on the floor. The creature was resting after the last match. Its golden
