Antonio Goldcaster carefully examined the guests. There were seven in total, Ildiem sat at the corner.
The others wore masks: Golden, Silver, Black, Orange, Green and Blue. The one who wore a blue mask had yet to speak a word.
He calmly sat and pleasurably sipped tea after tea, the one he held in his hands was his fifth. He was less interested in the duel.
Antonio smiled and stroked his own beard. Max knew his father and understood that his father was tense.
He only did that when he had something on his mind, something disturbing.
However, not a single expression of apprehension was seen on his face. Calm like a resting lake, he turned his body and glanced at the screen.
Hawk was within the maw of a giant bear. Antonio narrowed his eyes, a furrow on his brow appeared as he continued to look at the screen. He knew both of them.
A loud sound of something snapping echoed, Hawk fell from the jaws of the predator.
He grunted, a small cave on his shoulder, blood oozed out.
