The longer the battle went on the stronger the feeling that something was wrong got on Talho. Mafe looked at his master with worry, having not seen him acting like that since.
Talho's eyes wandered through the whole arena, trying to look for what was wrong. He briefly stopped in Mares, who seemed to be preparing some sort of large attack.
For a second, he considered if it could be the silver-eyed but soon enough abandoned that thought. Sure, Mares clearly disliked him, but those behind him assured Talho that he was under their control.
'I might be overthinking.' He shook his head and let those thoughts aside. 'Age must be finally catching up.'
After all these years the only incident that ever happened was when an Augua managed to run away from the ship in which he was supposed to arrive.
