Chapter 39: Rules
"A game of tag? What’s he talking about Principal Twiller?" Ahara asked the old man sitting beside her, gesturing at the commentator’s back.
They were in a secluded room placed right below the serpent, which was filled with Gibbous’s most intimidating personas. Sitting close to the windows was the announcer, surrounded by the four rulers of Gibbous who made up the quartet—the Wizard lord, the Vampire Queen, the Wolf king, and the Dragonlord, respectively. Next to each was their partner.
The eight X-ranks of Gibbous were sitting right behind them, with Ahara sandwiched between Kingston and Principal Twiller after the wolf dragged her to the room, although, now she was grateful Kingston hadn’t given up on her despite her rejecting his offer. He had to carry her to the room. Literally.
"It’s exactly that; a game of tag, so please watch in silence," Twiller hushed her, leaning in to get a good view of the oblong situated above the royal’s heads.
"How can I watch in silence when Damien is in there?
"Shhh!" Came the unified hushes from the heroes surrounding them and Ahara immediately shut her mouth.
Twiller chuckled, leaning in to whisper into her ear.
"Remember when I said he needs a trigger for his aura to awaken? This battle might be a good start."
Ahara’s eyes widened. "Battle?!"
"Shhh!"
"Sorry," she whispered, tugging the old man’s armor. "Do you plan on getting my brother killed? He’s eleven years behind in training. All these kids have lived here long enough to be able to kill a rogue or two."