Chapter 63: Mordred VS Kalderaan (Part 1)
The muffled murmur of conversations and enthusiastic shouts gradually filled the stands of the Colosseum. The magic torches illuminated the arena powerfully, casting golden reflections on the fine sand, creating a striking contrast with the dark, cold night sky above.
Mordred, alone in his cell, could clearly feel the feverish atmosphere. He could feel every vibration coming from the audience, every heartbeat of the thousands of dragons eager to see the blood flow. Yet, despite the mounting pressure, he remained perfectly calm, controlled and focused on the battle ahead.
Suddenly, a loud horn sounded, followed by an abrupt silence. Then, almost immediately, a unanimous roar rose from the stands, vibrating with such intensity that even the stone walls seemed to tremble slightly.
The royal family had just arrived.
The dragons instantly rose to their feet, imposing and proud, fervently chanting the crown prince’s name:
- VARYOS! VARYOS! VARYOS!
The din was deafening, rhythmic, almost ceremonial. From his cell, Mordred could easily imagine the entrance of King Drakeor and his children: majestic dragons with imposing forms, transforming into humanoid silhouettes of cold, terrifying grace before taking their places on their royal dais, overlooking the rest of the arena.
Finally, the silence fell abruptly, as if an invisible force had reduced them to silence in one fell swoop.
Then King Drakeor’s voice rose, powerful and clear, carrying far and wide, charged with unquestioned authority.
- My loyal subjects, I thank you for coming in such numbers to celebrate the fiftieth birthday of my beloved son, Prince Varyos! he declared in a strong, solemn voice. "Tomorrow, he will receive the crown at the Palace of the Burning Fangs, and tonight, we celebrate his strength, his courage and his glorious future! May this evening be memorable, bloody and magnificent forever in your memories!"
A mighty roar of approval resounded again, a warlike clamor, a promise of imminent violence. The king slowly raised a hand, imposing immediate silence.