… In a daze, Oli's eyes were glued to where the dragon chief once stood.
"HEY! Get up here already!"
Yeter's mad whinny rattled Oli's mind, pulling him back into the present moment. He climbed over the arena wall with ease. All so he could get tackled by the impatient stallion.
"That was awesome! You finally got death essence? Since when? Why didn't you tell me–"
"Hold your horses, Yeter!" Oli sighed, shoving the stallion back with a glint of a grin.
"Congratulations, Young Oliver."
Yeter clammed up and Kako stopped himself from speaking. Neither of them dared to interrupt King Jeerda, who finally spoke up to one of them personally.
Oli bowed his head in reverence. "Thank you, King Jeerda. I'm honored to present my talents under your banner."
Nodding ever so slightly, Jeerda scanned Oli once more now that he was up close.
"Yes. I'm also pleased to have such a promising talent representing my Permafrost Province.
