Chapter 68: Dagger
From a shadowed chamber, Thalso observed the candidates through a mirror identical to the one in Kaedros’s room.
"Pathetic," he muttered. "They are not used to long training. They’re worse than we thought. What’s all of this?"
Chef sneered. "And they dare think they’re ready to open the Trial Doors?"
"Don’t you find it interesting?" Nyra purred from her place on the floor, where she lounged like a content predator. Her green eyes gleamed. "Two humans... and a Dragon. I can’t wait to see what unfolds in the coming years. To think it’ll be that Dragon!"
"You love chaos too much Nyra," Chef snapped.
"And you don’t?" Nyra stretched like a cat that she was. "We’ve been here too long. You’ve forgotten how exhilarating the outside world used to be."
Chef’s lips curled into a grin. "Maybe. Maybe they’ll spark chaos, no, they will. But only if they survive Throne of Ruinlight."
Nyra grunted. "Are you really going to do this the old way, Thalso? Training warriors like this went out of fashion centuries ago."
Thalso clenched a fist. "If they’re to have any chance, they must be forged in something hotter than fire. If they die, better now than when everything is riding on them."
"Their being here already means everything is riding on them," Chef said.
"True," Thalso replied simply.
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