The night sky over the Colosseum of Ares was captivating. The stars burned with such an strong intensity, but the moon washed over the concrete and sand, turning it into a gleaming silver.
Having a seat at the throne that was reserved for the original owner of the place, Draze’s golden eyes were glazing up, appreciating the moment of solitude he had. While he adored the thrill of a fight, feeling the adrenaline burn his veins, but it was also nice to simply sit back and take a breather.
At times like this he swore he could hear the whispers of the Olympian of War, telling him snippets that he tried to grasp onto. If he closed his eyes he could see small flashes of elden times, though they were often blurry and did little to actually tell him anything of use.
The echo of footsteps broke him out of his small trance, eyes moving away from the heavens to the woman he saw approach. A smile rested on his lips, as he began to speak.
“Shouldn’t you be asleep Lacie?”