Eryndorath glared at the arena below, his pride warring with his mother's logic. After a tense moment, he exhaled sharply, forcing himself to relax. "Fine. But I hope you know what you're doing."
Without waiting for a response, he turned on his heel and left, his frustration evident in every step.
Beside the queen, Princess Lyralithra, Eryndorath's wife, watched Von with a mixture of longing and worry.
Despite the years that had passed, she could never truly forget him. Seeing him now, alive and standing tall, brought a flicker of warmth to her heart. She knew better than anyone how resilient Von was, but that didn't stop her from worrying.
"I hope he knows what he's doing," she whispered to herself.
Her thoughts drifted to the competition. Von might have made it through the second round, but the challenges ahead would only grow more dangerous.
