• In Brightburn Hall, Dawnbreak [The 5th Hour]
Cora was humming in the bathroom when Rafel accorded his reply to the request of his faction to represent them in the third round of the Spring Games. It was a thing of beauty and pride to fly a dragonback for his Arc. And double the innate joy for him because since he'd ascended to the realms of Eldoria from [Hel planet], he had not ridden a dragon. This was about to change today.
"Yes. I accept their request, Peitho. Let the herald know, it is an honor."
His system transferred back with her host's order, and as Rafel decidedly made use of Percival's own bathroom, he told Peitho to humor him with the names of those he'd be defeating in the avian tournament. He used the word 'defeating' in no uncertain way. Peitho came back shortly with a list of four participants with their Arcs, which she displayed for his eyes as a long floating hologram in front of his face. Rafel glimpsed the screen as she read them out.