Holy Judge Antares had a devastating presence. The air around him felt tense, heavy. Every time he took a step, his armor rattled and the floor vibrated, well, maybe the latter isn't like that, but I did feel it that way.
I had been taken to the castle chapel, along with the Judge, Archbishop Daem, and Duke Soto.
"The duel has to take place today," the archbishop declared, "it is disrespectful to keep the Judge waiting."
"Please, your Grace, the champion representing the accused had to go out to attend an emergency."
"And why didn't the champion stay?" The harsh and vibrant voice of the Judge resounded throughout the chapel, "I am sure the other warriors can fight in the absence of a single one."
"My Lord Judge," the duke replied, "all of the dark snow have sworn an oath to defend the northern capital. If the wolves attack, it is everyone's duty to heed the call."
