"What do you think, Wenz?" A blond man asked his friend, they were happily watching the match between Ronald and Dean's teams.
Glancing at his companion, the man smirked, "He's one of us, that's for sure."
"After?" Asking this, Neo nervously fidgeted with his fingers.
"Yes, there are too many people here. Who knows what kind of old monsters are interested in him." Wenz slumped back onto his seat after the match was over.
"If he's truly one of us, I wonder what brought him here. And more importantly, what's his past?"
"Neo, we'll discuss those things after the tournament is over. You realise there are too many people here. We, as Divinities, are the weakest of the lot."
Saying so, Wenz didn't say anything else.
Neo sighed before glancing again at Lux. The young man's features reminded him of two people who went missing some time ago…
