Baron Abyssal Competition

"The time has arrived Baron Travis.", a servant bowed.

The living armor on Travis seemed to ripple. Reaching to his face Travis adjusted his mask, "Inform my Champion."

"At once."

The time had arrived, the Abyssal Royal competition. Travis faintly remembered the pressure he had faced back when he had to participate as Flinnder's champion. He had some comfort remembering those times despite the threat of losing his avatar.

As Travis walked down the hall he spotted Akiol leaning against the wall. With a faint smile Akiol wished, "Best of luck."

"Think I need it?", Travis genuinely asked.

"Not at all."

"I see."

Flinnder was down the hall adjusting his tuxedo, "Your investment into your Champion exceeds my own I daresay."

"You offered something far greater than equipment to me Lord Flinnder. Besides, I still have these eyes thanks to you."