In a room on the top floor of Duke Duval's residence, Pax and his brother Leon were kneeling. In front of them stood Duke Duval and his son, Warden Jubilee. The dimly lit room fuel by the oppresive energy of the two powerhouse suffocated the pair of brothers slowly.
Sitting next to them was their sister Kalix, who was, as always, exempted from punishment. "Imagine having to resort to treachery and still losing," Warden Jubilee berated his eldest son. "My good name has never been this sullied"
"Father, it is because the Monarch hired a mysterious weapon designer," Kalix spoke.
"Shut up! I am talking to you brothers." He cut her off.
"Tell me, Pax! Why did you lose?" The older man finally broke his silence.
"Grand father I did not lose. The monarch intervened by finding a better weapon designer. I cannot defeat the machinations of the Monarch" He said confidently.