The once-chaotic Arena, now controlled. As the emperor, Ryon, turned to leave after passing commands to the palace wizards on what to do next.
But suddenly a playful voice stopped him.
"Majesty, are you forgetting something?" Kent's voice carried across the arena, cutting through the air like a blade.
The restless crowd, on the brink of dispersing, froze in place, their eyes wide with dumbfounded expressions. The emperor, seething with fury, stopped in his tracks and turned, glaring at Kent with burning eyes.
"You are free to go. Leave now before I change my mind," Ryon spat out through gritted teeth, barely able to contain his growing irritation.
But Kent didn't stop there. "Are you forgetting something, your majesty?" he asked again, his voice light, almost teasing.
The emperor, now visibly exasperated, shot back, "What is it this time? I said you are free to go!"
