Chapter 37. The Bloodlines Competitions (2)

It was already dawn when Alinta and the rest reached the Tower of Priestess Morrigan. It was like a village, with one huge tower situated in the middle. And below the tower was the wide, menacing arena, which Alinta guessed would be the place for the competition.

“I knew you would come!”

Alinta looked up and saw Morrigan standing at the open gate. Her eyes were twinkling, and if not for minding her appearance, she would’ve probably dashed towards Atara.

“Well,” Atara pursed her lips in displeasure, “I can’t let the others think I’m afraid of them, can I?”

“Oh, you jest!” Morrigan gently slapped Atara’s arms, “Who would dare think of such a thought?” She linked her arms to Atara’s and proceeded to lead the way, “Everyone knew how powerful you are. Even if you didn’t come, all of us would only think that you’re bored and too lazy to attend.”

Alinta, who was following the two women from