The coliseum was already half full.
Velion leaned back in his seat and looked at it. Rows climbing up on all sides, the open sky above the center floor, the kind of space that made everything happening in it feel like it was being judged. Which it was.
He adjusted the ring on his right hand and said nothing.
His bellus, white and small, was already asleep on his shoulder.
"Velion." The large tanned man two seats over leaned forward. "Didn't expect you to show."
"Mareth." Velion glanced at him. "Has it started?"
"Not yet. Professors are in position though." Mareth settled back. "Council representative arrived twenty minutes ago."
"Which family."
"Draknil. The granddaughter."
Velion made a short sound. "She must have run out of titans to kill in the east."
Mareth laughed. "That's the Almonth line actually. Draknil kills dragons."
"Does it matter."
"To the Draknil family? Probably yes."
