Lyon Torga. The name resonated through the crowd. Every hush and every gaze was laid upon him. He didn't lift his finger, but his name and presence were enough to buy their attention.
"A human..." Sylas muttered. The elf captain with his striking blonde hair smirked. "This will be entertaining, and comedic." He giggled.
( What are you doing?! ) thought Alaric as his eyes widened with pupils trembling.
Linnea with her golden locks draped on her shoulder, caught Alaric's sudden movement and got her brows furrowing. She darted her glance toward the human man standing ever so confidently as if no blade could trouble him. She squinted as she tried to make sense of the political move that might be hiding behind his action.
"Let the tournament proceed!" The king's voice boomed across the arena, cutting through the tension like a blade. His eyes, golden and fierce like a lion's, swept over the crowd before settling on the contestants below.
