The butler could tell that they would be here for a while, probably longer than they anticipated and flicked his hand, his spiritual energy lighting up the fire place not so far away.
As Eunid and the old butler, Old Fang, sat in the grand luxury box of the Arena in secret, the flickering light from the fireplace just by the side, casted long shadows on the walls adorned with ancient tapestries and portraits of ancestors.
Eunid leaned back in his chair, his fingers lightly drumming on the armrest, a look of intense curiosity on his face as he listened to Old Fang recount the history at the same time, he would peep at Nora below, seeing how she was faring from the battles so far.
