Along with every other chosen in this vast sea of people, Arthur and Aziel stood blankly in shock at the man on the stage.
'Jullard Ironvale!? I-incredible… he's one of the 5 heroes of humanity, one of the 5 strongest in all the realms…' Arthur's thoughts raced. 'They say physically speaking he's the strongest and toughest chosen ever…'
Arthur stared at him for a second longer, his eyes tracing the imposing silhouette against the stage lights, as his thoughts began to wander down paths he rarely allowed himself to explore. The stories he had heard about Jullard Ironvale were the stuff of legend—tales of impossible feats of strength, of single-handedly turning the tide of battles that seemed lost, of standing against forces that would crush ordinary chosen like insects.
'I wonder…' Arthur found himself thinking, his gaze fixed on the legendary figure before them, 'with strength like that… is he free?'
