"So tell, Brother, how will we forge the champions we need if we cannot do it in the arena?"
Erna's question was one that had haunted Aleser for weeks, and he was no closer to an answer now than he'd been three days ago when he started preparing for tonight's disaster. Or rather, he was even more convinced now than he'd been then that they'd reached the limits of what the arena could offer them, and tonight's disaster only proved his point.
But telling his sister that he was right because he'd failed wouldn't get him anything but a scathing rebuke, if he was lucky.
