Viktor invited the whole royalty of Wilyra for the challenge. They were supposed to fight in a stadium that was built right outside the palace. The stadium was like a rose bowl with the main field at the ground. All those who were near the capital came rushing to watch the fight between the king and his oldest son.
"Your Highness!" a guard came in where Lazarus was getting dressed for the fight. "The King has asked you to join him in the basement from where the contestant would go up to the field."
A crease formed on his forehead. "Why?"
The guard shook his head slightly. "I don't know. These were his orders for me to convey." He bowed and left.
"Why would he do that?" Emma asked, feeling dubious about it.
"I don't know…" Lazarus shrugged as he wore armor over his torso with Yul's help as Magnus watched them.
