The sun in Neodrazzil was shining a bit, brightening that day that had crossed Ryan Whitemane's mind so many times. The morning light was not yet strong, the weather was a bit cold and damp, but somehow comfortable. A few clouds hung in the sky, signaling that the afternoon might have some rain.
Ryan's mind was calm, but he knew that he couldn't be overbearing and imagine that he would easily win that duel, even though he was very well prepared, there was still the possibility of defeat, which caused him a certain feeling of anxiety for the fight. The boy's heart was agitated, not by fear, but by the will to win this fight. Walking down the street, he kept a constant smile on his face, signaling his excitement about the duel he would have in a few hours.