Had he been the cause of the first trial?
The thought unsettled Lucrezia more than she had expected, however, she didn't know what she'd expected. The word seemed important enough that the gods had been forced to create something like this.
Lucrezia struggled to imagine Vaeron at the center of such a history. It felt disproportionate but not very much impossible. What worse could he have done for the gods to construct such for just a trial?
Lucrezia wasn't given time to sit with it when a movement spread through the arena, cutting through the quiet before she could form another thought.
Below, the figure facing Vaeron raised his head, and the similarity became immediate and disturbing not just in appearance alone, but in its bearing. From the way he stood, to the certainty in his posture, and the absence of hesitation in his gaze, everything mirrored Vaeron too precisely to be a coincidence.
