Silence swirled around the colosseum as people watched Solstice walk back to his summoner.
From the crowd, a man rose to his feet, clapping with a bright smile on his face. Ronald couldn't be more proud of his son. He grew up to be more than what he could wish for, and he wasn't even there to form his character.
"God… Frey!" Someone rose to his feet opposite Ronald's bleachers. People began to rise, from a few dozen to hundreds, several hundreds.
"God… Frey!"
"God… Frey!!"
"God… Frey!!!"
His name echoed from the mouths of many. Their voices were thick in the air, causing their hearts to pound. This made them shout even louder.
Amongst the spectators, Percival gazed at the golden-haired young man still seated and looking at everyone chanting his name while his knight halted at the portcullis.
