"Dammit, the Inferno Kingdom is already outside."
"How many minutes left?"
"Just two."
Drake paced back and forth, a serious expression on his face. He prayed deep inside to whatever dragon god cared to listen.
The last thing the Dragon Prince wanted was to replace their trump card—the very reason they'd reached this point of the competition—with someone less impressive.
They were the strongest seven of their age grade. Every other person was much weaker and probably wouldn't last even a minute against a terrifying force like the Inferno Kingdom, whose warriors were well-fed and well-trained, having won the previous Competition of Kingdoms.
Outside the chambers, on the fight platform, the Inferno Kingdom stood with eyes fixed on the northern side where the gates of the Frostpire team remained closed.
"Dammit, why are they taking this long?!"
"I think the Frostpire team is scared."
"I doubt they'll chicken out—not after coming this far."
