Godfrey looked at Percival's hand for a while, then stretched out his own and held it.
Their eyes met. Percival could almost see the same sixteen-year-old Godfrey who he rescued from bullies.
He smiled and left the room as the portcullis went up. As Percival walked into the arena, the crowd went wild, making him lift up his head to look at them.
At that moment, a portal appeared mid-air and Abaddon fell from it, landing with a loud sound like a massive chunk of steel was thrown down. The moment the black knight's feet touched the floor, he reached out for the tomahawk and the great axe at his back.
Abaddon rose to his feet and stretched out his muscular arms covered in thick metal plates above chainmail. The sun was bright, its unrelenting light descending on the arena like a golden beam.
Before this light, Abaddon's armour changed from black to crimson and his axes became like black jade.
