The crowd was at a loss for words. Thousands of quiet murmurs and whispers flooded the arena, but no one dared to speak up.
"What in the world is going on..."
"What am I witnessing right now?"
"I never thought such a crazy day would come..."
"A peasant still stands after insulting Lord Augustus... who truly is that boy?"
...
Augustus sat in his chair with a shadowed face.
Karax Haou, Dhum, Syelthus, and Emperor Julius faced Tyr, with the latter standing at the center.
Tyr stared back with golden eyes of brilliance and might. "What do you all want to do? I have the power to butcher this Dragon at my slightest whim... will you risk that chance?"
Tyr's pupils darted side to side, glancing at his captured squad members. Slight worry crossed his mind.
"Do not bluff too much... boy." Dhum said with a fierce look on his face. "You have no proof to back up what you are saying. We will not blindly believe anything you say--"
