Lyra's POV
The roars from the crowd were almost deafening as I stood next to Light, staring at the cyclone chain barricade fence separating the crowd from the fighting ground.
“This is where Varg comes. This is what matters to him,” Light shouted over the noise, not bothering to look my way. “I'm glad you can see this by yourself.“
I glanced around, the stifling aura of the place overwhelming me. The smell of sweat, body odor, and spilled drinks was nauseating. Men, women, even teenagers—were they all insane?
In a corner near us, a big-bellied man stood collecting money from a group huddled around him as he handed out slips of paper.
“I know Varg will win. I’ve bet a million on it,” a man yelled beside me.
“He always wins,” a woman chimed in. “I bet small this time, but next time I’l
