Rynor, Ragnar, and the Dullahan—the three made quite the sight as they walked through the streets of the capital.
When Ragnar suggested they spar, he wasn't merely looking for a fight. He wasn't trying to humiliate his brother in public or prove superiority. No, it was because if they clashed outside an arena, they risked leveling half the capital. A battle between them demanded a place built for devastation.
"Look, is that the False Prince?" a child that was out on a stroll with his mother called out.
Because the trio looked so out of place—and because of who they were—they naturally attracted attention from the few humans who still lived near the capital's heart.
Rynor was the one that stood out the most. It wasn't because he was the strongest—quite the opposite in fact—but simply because of his unique eyes.
"Shush!" his mother put a hand over his mouth. "Don't anger them! Don't you see that the Mad Prince is here as well?!" her voice was laced with worry.
