A heavy silence followed.
Only gods were allowed in the Arena of Gods. Should he accept, there would be no interference. God versus god.
Kancilot and his warriors waited. But the king's eyes were cautious, despite their superior power.
During their own trial, they hadn't sensed anything until their capital was under attack. They assumed it was part of the test.
As a god, he should have felt everything happening in his world. But back then, he hadn't sensed their arrival. Not their movement. Not their presence.
It was only after his family was gone that he realized. But this child, this boy, had found them before they'd even taken a step.
It was strange.
Kancilot had felt a gaze watching them from the sky. His warriors assumed the child had just appeared. But deep down, he knew that wasn't the case.
He had been there all along. Watching them since their arrival. The thought alone was enough to send a shudder through him.
