Flashback.
"I want to avenge them!" Dallan yelled, his voice shaking with terror and rage. His face, illuminated by torchlight, revealed an eighteen-year-old archer determined to make those responsible pay for their heinous actions.
He had just witnessed his brother being slaughtered before his very eyes. "I won't rest until I get my revenge!" he declared, his voice reverberating across the room.
Mason, a man in his twenties, approached, gripping Dallan's shoulder. "You need to stay calm," he said firmly. "Otherwise, they'll hear us and discover what we're talking about."
The night before the final battle of the CEHA entrance exam participants was to take place, the two of them were inside an igloo, whispering quietly, trying their best to keep their conversation a secret.
Dallan had a determined look in his eyes as he said, "I have to do something. We can't just sit here and do nothing."
