I pulled out the bag of snacks I had packed especially for this comedy show, along with the beef jerky meant for Nox. He settled beside me, his tail flicking in anticipation as we both prepared to enjoy the upcoming spectacle.
Carlos' furious voice echoed across the clearing, his indignation practically radiating off him in waves.
Nox let out a low, rumbling purr as he tore into the jerky, while I casually popped a piece of dried fruit into my mouth.
Below, Carlos was still barking orders, his pride inflating his chest like a peacock about to be plucked.
I almost pitied him. Almost.
[Goddess of Wisdom has shared her popcorn with Defender of Divine Glory and Giver of Gifts.]
I smirked. At least someone appreciates a good show when they see one.
Arian rolled his shoulders, stepping forward with the ease of someone who had already decided the outcome of the match.
