In seconds, the stadium was surrounded by the Aros Family's most elite knights, with Ser Flinn at the head, draped in golden armor and a winged tip helm with a spear that blazed Pheniox Flames and a shield in his off hand.
"Lord Laros and Baltos is secured." One of his Knights shouted, falling back with them in arms.
Ser Flinn stared dead ahead at the scarlet arcs crackling over the sand and grimly signaled for his men to hold their ground until the dust settled.
When it did, a twenty-meter-large crater shone, and within it, a child, barely of age, stood with a small blue-haired pup on his head. Grinning with his hands high in the air. "Hi, Ser Flinn. Remember me?"
"A-A-Altair?!" Flinn shouted, sending many into a state of alarm at the presence gathered around this boy. A fine sliver of sweat coiled down his chin, unable to believe such an aura came from a child he saw a little over a year and a half ago. "Y-Y-Your alive!"