The kingdom of Regis was coated in snow, yet one burning figure was standing tall. His very own auburn hair fluttered in the wind as his arms crossed, facing the palace.
All eyes were staring at him in awe and reverence. The females swooned by the sweet romance, whilst the men were inspired by the idea of saving their loved ones.
"Are you kidding... he actually showed up!" the old man who had been enjoying the tournament a little bit too much returned. "I never once joined a singing gig, but I would say, ENCORE! ENCORE!"
The pair of guards standing in front of the gate gulped. The man Flinn stated actually existed. The incredible aura was unmistakably the same as the one in the tournament yesterday, but this one was the real deal. The real raw deal.
"S-State your business," said the guard with his rattling armor as he approached him. His spear didn't even dare to be close enough to touch the fog coming out of Lexel's cold breath.
