Aamir raced across the bustling campus, his heart pounding as he weaved through the throngs of students and spectators. The gravity of the situation began to sink in. Four days had passed in the outside world while he battled through the Trivnal Tower. The tournament was about to begin, and he couldn't afford to be late.
The crowd was thicker near the central arena, with food stalls, merchandise booths, and entertainment stands lining the paths. Outsiders mingled with students, all eager for the tournament's spectacle. Despite his hunger and exhaustion, Aamir pressed on. His time in the tower had drained him, both physically and mentally, but the adrenaline coursing through his veins gave him the push he needed.
