He walked back to the center of the courtyard, where Viroas was already waiting. There was no sign of the Chief Priest or other heads of the temple.
The temple knight had removed his outer armor, standing now in lighter gear that would allow for better movement and energy flow.
They faced each other across perhaps twenty feet of open space. The crowd had gone quiet, anticipation thick in the air.
From a balcony overlooking the courtyard, three figures watched from the shadows. Myron stood with his arms crossed, his expression eager. Beside him, Aphyana's beautiful face showed cold interest. And Elara watched with calculating eyes, already planning how to use whatever happened next.
They were silently watching him from afar, hoping that he would further escalate things and get in trouble.
In the courtyard below, Viroas was speaking. "Last chance to reconsider, Baron. Bow now, and we can avoid this confrontation."
