Royan coughed uncontrollably as he tried to catch his breath. The attack at the arena had been a close call, it was lucky for him that he had switched himself with an ice sculpture of himself that Zazel had made for him.
He places his hand in his chest unable to comprehend the fact that he was still alive. Had that ice really hit him then he would have been dead. He removed his flame pendant that had taken the hit.
The pendant was ruined from the ice but at least he was fine. He heard noises from all around. It seemed like a fight had broke out from the fighting sounds.
He was certainly not going back out there. Ander had been right about the people here not caring, he had lived his life obeying orders that even he himself don't like. He had so much for the respect and honor of the royal families but it was enough.
