Chapter 166 *

Vesper’s POV

Fenrir stood near the cage entrance. Clipboard in hand. Talking to a referee.

I walked over. Found an empty spot on one of the benches. Sat down.

The candidate next to me glanced over. A guy. Maybe twenty years old. Short hair. Nervous energy.

"Been waiting about thirty minutes. They're taking people one at a time. Three to five minute matches."

I nodded. Didn't say anything else.