The Silverwood Family's territory was eerily silent at night. It was past 10 PM, and the curfew was in full effect.
Ethan hadn't gone far when he sensed the presence of over a dozen people within a hundred-meter radius. With a light sweep of his senses, he realized he wasn't the only one with the same idea.
Tomorrow was the official day of the tournament. Despite Silverwood's strict ban on nighttime excursions, many couldn't resist sneaking out after days of confinement. Everyone wanted to know why the tournament had taken such a strange turn. More importantly, the Silverwoods hadn't disclosed any details about the competition—no rules, no format, nothing.
While most of these people were just here to fill the ranks, with no hope of making the top eight, the rankings beyond ninth place still mattered. Seeing this group, Ethan couldn't help but smile. He had been worried about navigating the area alone, but now he had a guide.
