Flak and Zoar waited before the tenth gate in silence, both of them looking at the white frame of the door with complicated eyes.
They had been waiting now for about an hour without any signs of the two individuals they have seen entering appearing, making their faces turn rather impatient.
One had to know that both of them were royals, one the third prince of their race while the other one a brave and extremely powerful warrior who everyone looked up and respected. Both had prestige and status that only a few had in their race and never in their lives were there a single moment where they had to wait for something much less for someone!
"This is starting to get on my nerves! Why do we have to wait for them? What if they achieved a better score than us? In the end, they are still just weak trash on the Warrior Rank!" Zoar sneered with visible disgust, his bulging arms crossed before his chest while his right index finger impatiently tapped on his left biceps.
