Once more, he found himself ascending the mighty steps, this time with night overlooking the city, yet the Grandslate itself remained always glowing, like a beacon within the darkness–almost as if it were inviting him.
"I'm gettin' fired up just seeing it," Jiao remarked with excitement lining his words.
"...Won't they get suspicious with a big group like ours approaching?" Beatrice nervously asked, adjusting her circular glasses as she glanced around, seeing the odd looks from inhabitants of the city.
"Doesn't matter. They can't ignore a "Trial By Combat", right, Lorel?" Jett asked for confirmation.
The elven mad nodded, "From what I've heard, yeah. It's just hearsay–"
"How sure are you?" Jett looked at him.
"...Ninety percent," Lorel gave an answer after a moment of pause.
"Then it's guaranteed."
