Far away from the show unfolding in the arena, the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky with vibrant hues of orange and purple. In a secluded clearing within a dense forest, a young man clad in white robes made his way trough the foliage like he he'd down so before. A smug grin stretched across his face as he muttered to himself.
"Master seems to be holding himself back the entire time, that look of curiosity in his eyes was priceless," he remarked, his voice laced with a hint of amusement. "And he looks exactly the same since I last saw him, wouldn't expect anything less from a being touched by the divine. Immortality suits him well."
This young man was none other than Aric, the enigmatic figure whose connection to Akun remained shrouded in mystery. He was the one who had jolted Kaldarix's memories back into existence, setting the current events in motion.
