"Coco!" Sinclair called out, eyes wide in worry as he ran down the stone staircase.
After laying down on the arena's ground for a good second, Coco gradually rose to her feet, her movements sluggish and slow compared to before.
With each step, she felt her grip on the hoe loosening; the adrenaline that fueled her earlier had now dissipated, leaving only exhaustion in its wake, making her release consecutive huffs through her nose.
As she neared the gate where the other examinees had gone into, she hoisted the hoe over her shoulder, resting its blade against her shoulder while holding its handle.
Coco stepped through the large gate and was met with the unexpected sound of Sinclair's voice calling her name.
Sinclair's gaze was fixed on her the moment he descended the stairs and he was quick to rush towards her, his hands shooting out to place his palms on her shoulders.
