Knights of Tezoth

By the time the final stages of the tournament were underway, Deus and some of the guests were no longer watching what was happening in the arena — their attention span had long been exhausted, and they had turned it to other matters.

- See, old friend? - Krank Manbigbak cast a brief glance at the award ceremony stage for the winner. - They can shed blood, sweat, and tears, but as soon as the event becomes boring, the spectator's interest in it is lost. Is there even a shred of the valor that the upper class deserves in that?

- Perhaps you are indeed right. A tragic spectacle.

- Let's call things by their proper names — this is a circus.

Meanwhile, the Knight of Serene Bliss had finished reading Catharsis's work.

- Perhaps, as educational material for the young generations of the future, these texts would serve best. Magnificent work, milady; I now get the impression that Lord Lester traveled all of Tezoth not alone, but in your company.