The ruined courtyard of Solaris was completely silent. The wind howled, blowing cold ash across the cobblestones, but none of the Arena Champions moved. They all stared at the old man with the canvas wrapped broadsword.
"Dad," Kairos called out, his voice gentle as a whisper. "We need to stop the calamity coming over."
Karl Wade Vedaryan let out a rough, tired sigh, leaning his iron sword against the broken stone wall and crossed his thick arms. The terrifying, raging inferno of fire magic burning inside his core was suppressed, but it still made the cold air around him shimmer with heat.
"We will," Karl said, his lone dark eye looking at Kairos with quiet pride. "Long before you were born. I fought for the kingdom ruthlessly, now I will destroy the demon army for a single goal. I just wanted a quiet life to raise my son."
"Thats why, you entered the tournament," Ignis said, his voice crawling across the place.
