Bows followed in a wave as usual as he got to the top where the elders, representative of various tribes and contestants were.
The elders lower their heads, representatives from various tribes stepping aside, even the watching guests from afar showing their respect without hesitation.
Power did not need to announce itself, it was recognized, felt and feared.
Linda felt it most of all.
The closer he came, the heavier the air grew, pressing against her lungs, making each breath a quiet struggle.
Her heartbeat filled her ears, loud and uneven, drowning out the subtle return of music that now coiled softly through the room.
She tried—truly tried—to steady herself.
But it was impossible because he was close again.
The circle of contestants shifted, widening slightly as his presence demanded space. Some straightened, others lowered their gazes, all of them eager to be acknowledged.
