Inside the arena, where energy blazed and flowed, everyone was trying to assert their presence, prove their skill, and demonstrate their worth to advance.
Egologia, with fleeting glances, caught sight of something he couldn't believe for a moment. A young boy...? In the battlefield? Among these warriors?
"Oh... who is he? What is he doing here?" he muttered to himself, his eyes never leaving the child amidst the fighters.
Above, Sir Claude was reading the list of names until he reached the last one... "Zora?"
He raised his eyebrows in surprise. "Impossible."
That boy... Zora, the only son of the former ruler of the kingdom, the ruler who was overthrown in a bloody coup due to his heinous actions, which had become known to all.
Yet, the child was not responsible for his father's sins. He had grown up away from the palace, avoiding harm, but he couldn't escape the piercing gazes and sharp words of people in the streets.
