As Brayan and his companions reached the entrance to the Academy plaza, they were met with a scene of unparalleled grandeur. The air crackled with anticipation, and the plaza teemed with a throng of people from all walks of life. It was a spectacle unlike any other, for the heroes of Xesses were about to make their grand entrance.
The heroes, revered figures whose exploits were celebrated far and wide, were the epitome of valor and bravery in the realm of Xesses. Their arrival at the Academy was a cause for celebration, drawing crowds from every corner of the kingdom to catch a glimpse of these legendary figures.
The plaza, usually a bustling hub of activity, now overflowed with an energy that was palpable in the air. Banners fluttered in the breeze, their vibrant colors weaving a tapestry of heraldry and pride. The sound of music and laughter filled the air, mingling with the excited chatter of the assembled throngs.
Brayan and his companions found themselves swept up in the fervor of the moment, their senses overwhelmed by the sights and sounds that surrounded them. Despite the challenges they had faced on their journey, there was a sense of camaraderie and unity amongst the crowd, united in their admiration for the heroes who were about to grace them with their presence.
As Brayan and his companions navigated the vibrant throngs of people at the Academy plaza entrance, the atmosphere was charged with an electrifying energy. The festivities were not merely a celebration but a grand spectacle, and the presence of the heroes of Xesses only added to the fervor.
Brayan, his eyes tracing the banners that proudly displayed the heraldry of the heroes, couldn't help but remark, "The heroes' presence today is truly extraordinary. It feels as if the very air is imbued with their legendary aura."
Kanan, ever pragmatic, responded with a knowing smile. "It's not just happenstance, Brayan. Today's Selection carries a weight of significance beyond the usual. The King's own son is partaking in the ceremony, and there's a rumor that he possesses the Hero Essence. The heroes' attendance is not merely for spectacle; they are here to scout for potential candidates who might bear the mark of a hero."
The notion of Hero Essence, a rare and revered power that marked the chosen few as potential heroes of Xess, added a layer of mystique to the day's events. The heroes, with their discerning eyes and keen judgment, were here to witness the unfolding drama of the Selection and identify those who might join their esteemed ranks.
Brayan pondered the implications of Kanan's words, realizing that the Selection held a dual significance – not just a rite of passage for the kingdom's youth but also a stage where destinies might be shaped by the heroes themselves. The Academy plaza, already pulsating with the heartbeat of the kingdom, now stood as a crucible where potential heroes would be tested and chosen.
As they continued to make their way through the throngs, the anticipation in the air mirrored the collective aspirations and dreams of those who sought to leave an indelible mark on the annals of Xesses. The heroes, revered, watched over the proceedings with a discerning gaze, their presence casting a long shadow over the unfolding drama of the Selection.
Brayan's party continued their journey towards another entrance of the Academy, a sudden call rang out through the lively atmosphere. A young-looking hero, distinguishable by the emblem of his heroic order, had spotted Brayan amidst the crowd. The hero's voice carried a mix of playful mockery and genuine excitement.
Kanan, ever quick-witted, remarked with a smirk, "Seems like one of your 'students' is calling for you, Brayan. Perhaps they're eager for a lesson from the great knight himself." His tone held a subtle tease, a nod to the camaraderie shared between knights even in the presence of esteemed heroes.
Brayan, though accustomed to such banter, couldn't help but crack a smile. "Well, it wouldn't be the first time."
As they approached the young hero, the gap between them quickly closed. The hero, with an air of youthful exuberance, greeted Brayan with a nod. "Sir Brayan! It's been too long. I heard you were escorting some guests today." His tone carried a friendly teasing, a nod to the hierarchical dynamics within the knightly orders.
Brayan, choosing to play along, replied with a touch of formality, "Indeed, Frost."
"When are we going to have another bout, Brayan?" Frost inquired, a charming smile playing on his lips. "And when are you going to stop wasting your time with those losers?" He gestured dismissively toward the servants Brayan had brought with him. "Be my spar partner instead. It's about time you faced a true challenge."
Brayan, ever composed, regarded Frost with a measured gaze. "Frost, there are battles worth fighting and then there are pointless clashes. These people are under my protection, not here for your amusement or sparring."
Frost's smile waned, replaced by a subtle sneer. "Protection? From what, Brayan? They're nothing more than baggage holding you back. You've always been too sentimental."
Brayan's expression remained unchanged, but a flicker of concern crossed his eyes. There was something unsettling about Frost's demeanor, a darkness that seemed to seep through the cracks of his charismatic façade.
"Frost, true strength is not measured in the arena alone. It's in how we defend those who cannot defend themselves," Brayan replied, his words carrying the weight of conviction.
Frost chuckled, the sound sending a shiver down the spine. "Well, Brayan, when you decide to face a real challenge, you know where to find me."
The young hero laughed, a sound that echoed with the carefree spirit of youth. "Well, Sir Brayan, I won't keep you from your noble duties. But remember, when your 'students' surpass you, don't say I didn't warn you!" With a playful salute, the hero rejoined his companions, leaving Brayan and his party to continue their journey.
As Frost walked away, Kanan, who had observed the exchange, leaned in and muttered to Brayan, "Seems like you can never judge a book by its cover, huh? That guy's got some serious issues. What's his problem anyway?"
Brayan sighed, his eyes following Frost's retreating figure. "Frost has always seen strength as the ultimate virtue. To him, anyone he deems weak is expendable, a hindrance to his pursuit of power."
Kanan raised an eyebrow. "So, when is the next bout with him? You think you can take him down a notch?"
Brayan chuckled, a hint of resignation in his tone. "Kanan, Frost has surpassed me a long time ago. He's just searching for some 'toy' to play with. I'm not sure if he's looking for a spar or a power trip."