Light Beacon

As Beli continued working with quiet precision, ensuring Fedlimid was free of the last traces of blood and filth, the evening carried on in tense silence.

Later in the day, a message arrived. The parchment bore an official seal, the ink still fresh. Seisyll was the one to break it open, but it was Fedlimid who recognized the name first.

"Oh." He muttered. "The man from the arena?"

Arthur nodded, arms crossed as he waited.

Seisyll scanned the letter before reading aloud. The opening lines carried the usual pleasantries, polite yet forgettable. But the core of the message came swiftly, Leomaris Aqilus, ever watchful, was extending an invitation.

"To put it simply." Seisyll continued. "He wishes to move the mage warrior known as Black Hair into their utmost special fights. Which means…" He glanced at Fedlimid with a smirk. "If you're to keep fighting, it won't be as lucrative. The more you participate, the less of an attraction you'll be."