And so, the nobles rose from their seats and mockingly gazed upon the mundane humans below. Danny and Cindy huddled together as they strained their necks to look up at their spectators: men and women in lavish clothing donning white masks staring down at the pair with predatory gazes from above.
Danny looked straight at Prince August. "A duel to the death? And the winner becomes enslaved? Ridiculous! We would never kill each other for your entertainment!"
Prince August sneered at Danny's speech. "Mundanes should respect the hierarchy and follow orders quietly…" Then he waved his hand as if dismissing Danny like some animal; he casually turned around and perched himself on a stone throne, leaning his chin against his arm, displaying indifference.
Danny hugged Cindy tighter while glaring with hatred at the nobles. "You nobles and mages always think you are some kind of demigods walking on this mortal plane! What makes you any different from us mundanes?"
