Lifespan

Evan had slept for days after yesterday's battle. He wasn't wounded or mentally exhausted, but using two sigils at once took a lot of energy out of him. His body was not yet capable of sustaining such a thing without a corresponding recoil.

Evan woke up because a loud knock on the door awakened him. If not for that, Evan would have slept for at least a few more hours.

"What the fuck...who is that?" Evan muttered grudgingly and headed for the door. He had no idea who needed him this early, and Draven would have unlikely bothered him, and Evan had no other variants which it could be.

When the young man opened the door he saw a girl with red hair, oddly enough it was Olivia.

Evan looked at her, puzzled. He didn't know what she wanted, in his opinion, they had already decided everything in the arena.

Seeing Evan's confused face, Olivia frowned and said: "I owe you something."