Within no time of walking at all, Mon’Ter and Leonidas entered the nearest next memory. One taking place in a large, circular arena whose walls elevate and lead to thousands of seats for the populace to spectate from. It was no mere normal colosseum, no, in fact, it was so much more extravagant than a plain construction of marble and quartz as first meets the eye. Mon’Ter gazed up at the skies and found numerous floating structures of stone and steel, each having rods protruding on their sides, and from the looks of the furthest ones away, they also had rods atop of them too. They looked to be quite large, at least ten meters in width and fifteen in length, however as to their purpose, Mon’Ter could only guess.
“What are those things up there?” he asked the elder beside him.
“Hm? The sky monoliths?” Leonidas inquired with a raised brow. “They fly above the colosseum in order to ensure nothing contaminates the inside area,
“Hahahaha!” Leonidas’ laughter persisted into the void and its path. “Oh, the look on Ely’s face as she held her laughter back! Priceless! Priceless, I tell you! Hahaha!”“I wouldn’t say I found it all that funny…” Mon’Ter sank back a little as he mumbled.“Oh, come on lad, kids are there to poke fun at many’a times, they do funny stuff,” Leonidas cheered on.“Perhaps,” Mon’Ter said in monotone. “However, they are still my friends, and I don’t intend to make fun of them, nor do I like you laughing at them,” he spoke seriously, kind of glaring at the elderly knight.That sight piqued Leonidas’ curiosity. “My, ain’t that a strong glare you got there,” he said with a smile, “I’m glad to know a companion of my dear kids thinks fondly enough of them to be this defensive! That’s great,” his smil
“Uhm…” Mon’Ter scratched his cheek. “No, not really, no.”“Your gloves and coat,” Leonidas distanced himself, “off.”“Are we really doing this?” Mon’Ter sighed. “Look, I know how it looks but I’m-”“Drop it,” Leonidas’ voice bellowed, “I will be the judge of what or who you are.”“Alright then…” Mon’Ter narrowed his eyes in annoyance. “Just don’t do anything rash, okay?”Leonidas watched him carefully, unmoving, his palms holding the handles of his blades. With narrow eyes, he scrutinized Mon’Ter for all he was worth, without mercy, he judged and waited to judge further. But as he watched the man remove his gloves, those hands he saw, those claws and scales, they were all he needed to see.“Dragon…” Leonidas mumbled beneath his brows, which rose in a
Mon’Ter slowly pieced himself back together, slightly glaring at the old man, who still looked at him in an apologetic manner. He waited until the elder swiped the edge of his blades across the wounds he’d inflicted, annihilating the small creatures that tore away at the chimera’s skin and reducing them to none but dust particles.“Well, at least you can remove them as quick as you can place them on me,” Mon’Ter huffed in annoyance, this ability was sure to rank amongst the ones he would be hating most. After all, it completely negated his regeneration! Could he even survive if Leonidas were to cut him up like some of his other foes had in the past?“Yes... Well,” Leonidas scratched his cheek. “Sorry about your hand, might have to wait till we’re outside before we can heal that one... I’m sure it shocked George to see it fall off though! Hahaha!”“I really don’t find that funny..
Back to the void..."That Aydian guy was up to something no good," Mon'Ter pursed his lips, annoyed at the prospect of what might have happened at that time."You think?" Leonidas grumbled his way. "That kid didn't really manage to do anything after this, he didn't find any clues on the matter at all... Which is strange considering that usually, he's pretty capable. So really, not at all sure whether he looked or not to be honest with you."Mon'Ter's eye of the gryphon shined in his left socket. "What's the chance he arranged for it himself?""What?" Leonidas widened his eyes. "You don't think he set up that traitor…?""I do, and that means... “ Mon’Ter paused. “It wasn't these orc folk you fought who tried to get to Ely," he shook his head, "her own brother, Aydian, tried to kill her," he looked at Leonidas, convinced of it. "The fact he clicked his tongue when she expressed her sense of happiness is proof enough of that.
And so the show would begin. The audience riled up for the two sword users, waiting for them to step up to the field and exchange blows like they had time and time again. Samuel had earned himself many'a fans during the course of this tournament, mostly girls, but also some boys? I don't know, there are those types in the world too. As for Sereia, well, it was safe to say she had too many admirers. For her performance, her beauty and her grace, it was easy to forget that the girl came from a family of mages rather than one of sword masters.The public cheered them on as they walked on in.Mon'Ter and Leonidas had already found themselves standing amongst the VIP area's nobility of that time, nearby to where Elyenora watched together with her family. The then Leonidas, her father, and Aydian too. No doubt the prince wanted to see how his opponent fought prior to their last duel that would be coming up tomorrow. The chimera made note of the fact that no one seemed cold h
None but a dozen steps further into the void, and the next memory began as suddenly as one might blink. Whether Mon’Ter and Leonidas should have been surprised or expectant of it, neither were sure, but they saw the scene build up to what it was mere hours after the previous memory of Samuel fighting against Sereia. They were in an infirmary sort of room, with many'a beds decorating it from corner to corner, each one had at least one person of nobility or common birth recuperating in them. It was full of people who'd lost past rounds in the tournament, and mainly; it was people with broken bones. No cuts or stabs were possible after all. But the impact was surely there, thus they all looked like someone had beaten them with a bat.And so, Mon'Ter and Leonidas walked towards the far end corner, where they could see a trio standing and eagerly discussing topics with the fallen knight of last round. Elyenora, her grandpa and her father, talked to Samuel about his recent de
On the eve of the next day, memory wise, Mon'Ter and Leonidas arrived amongst the VIP area for spectating once again. They were, of course, not alone. There were even more nobles today than there were in the prior memory of yesterday. And as for the spectator seats, well, they were so packed that you could even spot people standing upright here and there. "This is crazy!" Mon'Ter wowed as he gazed at all the people below him. "I thought that before there were a lot but... Now... I can feel that there's well over fifty thousand people watching!” He paused for a few moments. “Yeah! There's like fifty two thousand, seven hundred ninety three of them!" Mon’Ter proclaimed with absolute certainty, simply from taking a moment to size them all up. "How do you get that exact number?" Leonidas raised a brow his way, his crossed arms suddenly fell as his shock began to set in. "You just took a look at them... What?!" bewildered, Leonidas began making numerous random hand gestur
Sereia wandered through the fog at a quick pace, she scowled as each step hit the ground. This level of thickness clouded her vision almost completely, and now, she could only rely on her other senses to evade the dangers.'Damn it... With the fire spirit and whatever else the bastard has, assassins and mages alike, this might be bad for me...' Sereia thought to herself, gritting her teeth whilst she attempted to leave the area of the fog. Her eyes still worked, in a sense, but not via vision. What she did in the slowed down time was plan, plan and listen with her ears, feel with her skin, smell with her nose and she even judged by how chapped her lips would become due to all the surrounding heat.Through this method, even whilst running in total blindness, Sereia was capable of evading each ball of fire, wave of heat and surge of flame that Aydian's spirit shot at her from the gods knew where. She found it increasingly annoying, as the damn thing could fly above her h