Vined watched, as his wife walked away from him and stood at the sitting area of the arena.
They had come to one of the public arenas in Akron City to have this spar.
The sun blazed high above them, it was noon, and the weather was clear and warm.
The golden light stretched across the ground, making everything glow softly under its touch.
But in this arena if anyone was nervous, it was Vined.
It wasn't because of what his son had asked, no, that was nothing compared to what Elena had just said to him moments ago.
Her words still echoed in his head, sharp and heavy, making his stomach twist.
His face was pale, caught somewhere between nervousness and fear.
He was a brave and courageous man, but even the bravest can fear someone, right?
If anyone asked who he feared most, it would, without a doubt, be his wife.
As a child, he used to fear his father's strict tone and heavy discipline.
