Lyrian sat up, helped by Alten to not fall down on his back as Jackson from the White Knights healed him. While looking at Jackson's intense expression, he also surveyed the entire arena.
A boy wearing all white clothes, with long white hair and an arrogant attitude on his face approached him and his group. It was Kedward, of course. To the side, the elders and council members of the Magma Dwellers spoke amongst themselves, words that Lyrian could hear clearly.
He decided to nickname them "Old Bags" and "Young Bags" for the sake of simplicity. The old bags being the elders, and the young bags being the new council members of the Magma Dweller government or whatever. It's not like he knew, it was just what he figured.
Around him were hundreds upon thousands of Magma Dwellers, animal figures made of magma and black stone. Some strong, others weaker, but altogether, as dangerous as any creature Lyrain could face.
