(Impossible) the word rang inside his mind as he looked at the devastating damage. He turned back to look at the young man with his eyebrows furrowed (Miss Cecile's husband, how come I've never heard of it?!).
"Are you participating in the tournament as well?" asked Hezar with a strict tone.
Lyon smirked, "I am."
"I see, where are you from? Who is your father?" asked Hezar. He didn't play a facade anymore, even with Cecile present beside the young man.
"My father? That's a good question," said Lyon as he crossed his arms. However, many seconds later, Hezar received no answer.
"I see," Hezar furrowed his eyebrows with a blatant displease.
"However," said Lyon, "If you want to meet my grandfathers three of them are here."
"Three?" Hezar and the others furrowed in confusion.
(Three?) Carius furrowed his eyebrows. (The number didn't add up, how could he have three grandfathers?).
