CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO
Battles Week: Day 3
Same as the day before, no one joins them for breakfast. After they finish eating, the same slave brings Peter a new tunic. This one is grey. A swirling white cloud takes up the middle. Once he puts it on, she takes them back to The Field.
The Field is much smaller today with fewer sections, but remains larger than the previous weeks.
Peter stands against his perimeter fence as the first day. His Airwick opponent sits in a chair across The Field, looking no older than fourteen or fifteen. She stares at him, unmoving. Ghostly white skin shines in the sunlight. Her thin, black hair wisps about her face, and her red skirts rustle.
There is no breeze.
Credence hovers over the clearing. “Good morning, ladies and gentlemen! Without further delay, let t
