The other performing slaves shook in fear, but were frozen by it as well.
They were unable to move from their bowing positions.
The arena was quiet.
The atmosphere... awkward.
But, this was slightly expected of the Emperor of Rock Saelfine.
In the midst of the silence, Karax Haou's presence blessed the arena once again.
Appearing in the sky a few meters above his throne at the center of the hall.
As he floated down, all eyes were drawn to him.
With a nonchalant expression, he said: "They are here."
*BANG*
The door to the entrance suddenly blasted open.
Without delay, all eyes darted toward the noise.
Behind the gates were four figures almost outlined by the darkness behind them.
Tyr stood in the middle with his hands extended, seemingly having pushed the doors open.
He had a slight smirk on his face as he muttered under his breath, "Whoops... I didn't know the doors were so loose."
