What happened here?
Everyone looked on in stunned silence at the sheer extent of the devastation.
"Look!"
Sela called out as she scurried forward, her shoes crunching over soot and ash. Her hand brushed the grime from a nearby seat.
"Still fresh,"
She murmured.
The others, stirred by her remark, hesitated for only a few brief moments before they, too, stepped into the vast chamber—though they moved warily, every footfall careful and cautious.
Lugh stood slightly apart, his eyes sweeping across the scorched arena floor and cracked walls. He wondered, absently, how the patriarch of the Cross family would respond to such extensive damage.
But before he could finish the thought, his gaze snagged on the man himself—standing on the far side of the chamber, his expression twisted into a deep, bitter scowl as he muttered to himself.
All of a sudden, it came to Lugh.
Of course. This was most likely the reason the man had brought forward the time for the duel.
