"I am fine, master," answered Graham even before Lyon asked.
"Oh... ok," said Lyon as he nodded. He had returned to his normal form before feeling exhausted by the sudden drama.
He let out a sigh before he looked around. The scenery had changed massively. The walls that were protecting the cities had frightening cracks on them. The land in which the city was built had shifted its mass. Thankfully a couple or more buildings seemed to survive the shockwave.
"Heh, hahaha!"
A burst of sweet laughter was heard before Lyon turned around. He noticed that the arena had lost half of its foundation and the one laughing was the woman with auburn hair, his wife Cecile.
Amidst the horror of the crowds, she was laughing wholeheartedly. She was about to have a fight with Felicia but her husband disturb even the war itself, all for killing one fleeing man.
