Caldaros clicked his tongue in displeasure.
He knew too well what Lucivar was going to do, and there was really little choice in this for him.
For the second stage, both of them were forced together.
Losing in the first stage would be utter humiliation, considering the bloodline coursing inside them.
Caldaros could only slap Lucivar's hand off of him—and crossed his arms, knowing full well that he wouldn't be able to work with Lucivar. Just being near him made his blood boil, the eons of rivalry or hatred were engraved into his blood.
It was probably the same with Lucivar.
Others couldn't see it through their nonchalant façade, and that speaks of their strong willpower.
Once the mean-looking man emphasized the two main rules, the kingdoms were split to give distance between one another. Each kingdom passed through a designated portal that would spread them across the entire dungeon.
Still on the starting line, but a bit away from one another.
