Noel moved quickly through the narrow corridors of the arena.
'I need to hurry. Torwan will act fast, it's a race against time now.'
He didn't know Tyria's exact location, but Noir was already on her trail. Her nose was too precise to fail now. Somewhere in these halls, the dwarf girl he had just defeated was walking straight into danger — and he couldn't let that happen.
'The match between Marcus and Anastasia should be happening now… the winner of that fight will face me in the next round.' He clenched his jaw. 'But right now, that doesn't matter.'
A flicker of movement caught his eye.
Noir's tail slipped around a corner in the distance. Noel picked up the pace and followed. The halls here were mostly empty — restricted to participants and event staff — which made things easier.
Then he saw her.
