"YESSSSS! I'M RICHHHH!" someone in the audience screamed at the top of his lungs.
"WE LOVE YOU, NINTH VEIN!" another voice followed.
"NINTH VEIN! NINTH VEIN! NINTH VEIN!"
Someone began the chant, and for a time, the entire region echoed it. The air turned electric with excitement.
In the Sanguine Hall, the clan higher ups stared at Malakai through the screens with varying degrees of intensity.
It was a good thing, a Sanguine had lived up to the name and defeated one of the other clans. Yet, most of them couldn't bring themselves to feel pride.
Drennos' lips had lowered to an extent that should've been impossible. The deep frown on his face made it clear, he didn't like this. Not one bit.
The cheers and roars from the crowd outside reached his ears, and he hated every sound. He wanted to go out there and drain the blood of anyone foolish enough to cheer for this useless boy.
But he couldn't.
