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The other performing slaves shook in fear, but were frozen by it as well.

They were unable to move from their bowing positions.

The arena was quiet.

The atmosphere... awkward.

But, this was slightly expected of the Emperor of Rock Saelfine.

In the midst of the silence, Karax Haou's presence blessed the arena once again.

Appearing in the sky a few meters above his throne at the center of the hall.

As he floated down, all eyes were drawn to him.

With a nonchalant expression, he said: "They are here."

*BANG*

The door to the entrance suddenly blasted open.

Without delay, all eyes darted toward the noise.

Behind the gates were four figures almost outlined by the darkness behind them.

Tyr stood in the middle with his hands extended, seemingly having pushed the doors open.

He had a slight smirk on his face as he muttered under his breath, "Whoops... I didn't know the doors were so loose."

He began to walk forward with a calm yet confident strut.

His team followed behind him.

Silence flooded the room as the eyes of everyone inside the arena fell onto them.

You could taste the judgment in the air.

Tyr led with a slight smile and wide eyes.

Malon walked to his left, a 7-foot-tall giant capturing many gazes.

Noa was to the left, Ol' Betsy resting on her shoulders with one hand on the trigger.

Finally, Hanzo walked at the back of the group with his hands behind his head and his eyes closed, giving a composed aura.

As Judgement walked forward, whispers began to quickly build up.

"So that's them, huh..."

"Quite the dramatic entrance..."

"They look fearsome."

"They are younger than I expected."

"They took down the Black Merchant Guild? Wow..."

"That's a bit hard to believe..."

Various opinions were shared between the crowd members.

On seeing Tyr and his team approach, Julius faced them with a growing grin and a sparkle in his eyes.

Judgement arrived about 50 meters away from the center stage, at which point they stopped.

Julius inhaled to speak on seeing this, but before he could get a word out, Tyr spoke:

"Nice to meet you, Emperors!"

Tyr said in a lone tone, followed by a few seconds of silence.

People in the crowd looked at each other with confused faces for a second.

"Did he seriously just say that?"

"Does he have no respect?"

"I get it's his event... but he should be more humble..."

People began to quickly gossip.

However, Tyr's team members didn't seem to have anything to say against his words, fully sticking with it.

Hanzo wasn't impressed inwardly, 'That's not... a great way to speak with the emperors. But, that's a conversation to have in private. Right now, Tyr is our captain... dismissing anything he says is a sign of weakness for not just him, but the entire squad.'

On seeing that this was Judgement's introduction, Julius laughed, "Hahaha! Amusing! You are quite amusing, Tyr! That's good, I like you!"

As Julius said this, a more light-hearted tone was created.

The crowd members finally became less tense, seeing that Emperor Julius had not taken offense to Tyr's introduction.

"Welcome to the banquet held in your honor, Tyr."

Julius paused.

For a few seconds, there was nothing but silence.

Then... whispers began to spread again.

"Why... have they still not bowed even once?"

"What are they doing?"

"Have they never met royalty before?"

"This is disrespectful!"

As these murmurs grew, Hanzo and Malon were gritting their teeth in nervousness.

'Damn it! Why hasn't he bowed yet!?'

'We can only bow after our leader... or else that would just single him out as being disrespectful.'

"Thanks..." Tyr said, pausing for a moment himself before saying, "But I have a question."

Julius raised a brow, "Go ahead... it is your event after all."

He smiled.

"Why... did you send spies to keep track of me, instead of informing me of your plans earlier? A formal invitation of sorts could have sufficed..."

Tyr spoke with a straight face.

His squad members were shocked by this, but hid their inner thoughts behind their stoic faces.

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"Isn't that a bit out of line?"

"Why is he being so direct? Does he know who he's talking to?"

"I think this fame went to his head..."

Julius was also taken aback by that question, but smiled with closed eyes on hearing it, "Hmm... you actually addressed something that I was about to get to."

Tyr clenched his jaw, "Right..." He said in a low tone.

'I still don't have a great feeling about this...' He thought to himself, his intuition blaring alarms in his head.

"The reason why we sent spies is because..."

Julius paused again as the anticipation in the crowd reached its peak.

"You, Tyr Evolion, have been declared a treasonous criminal against all five Empires, and a threat to the continent of Ainsveld."

Julius' tone suddenly switched from light-hearted to stone cold.

His eyelids lowered as his chin raised, a disdainful look on his face.

A wave of gasps rippled through the crowd as Julius' words echoed across the arena.

Every person a part of Judgement furrowed their brows except for Tyr.

In a mere second, three figures appeared behind Hanzo, Noa, and Malon.

They were quickly captured and taken away, leaving Tyr completely alone.

His eyes looked to the left and right, his face still seemingly calm at that moment.

Hanzo had been captured by Thaddeus of all people and taken to the left of the floor in front of the stage.

Noa had been captured by the Ice Pillar of Ovalantis and taken to the back of the floor.

And finally, Malon had been captured by Krax Sakti and taken to the left.

These were all figures that Tyr had slight previous encounters with.

Even if that did have a meaning, Tyr wasn't going to think about it right now.

He was already heavily preoccupied with the five Emperors before him.

He stared at them with an unwavering gaze, not backing down whatsoever.

Augustus spoke from his throne, a slimy smirk on his face, "Tyr Evolion! You hold it... you hold the Fire Dragon!"

The crowd was astonished to hear this, even more gasps and dramatic noises of bewilderment reverberating through the arena.

"He has the dragon!?"

"This was all a setup!"

"I can't believe it!"

"I knew it! I knew this was too unrealistic to be true."

At that moment, Tyr finally furrowed his brows and stared at Augustus with an irritated glare.

On seeing this, Augustus immediately stopped grinning, a disdainful expression donning his face as he locked down on Tyr.

"What? Are you going to do something about it? Huh, Dragon Tamer?"

Augustus suddenly broke out into a snickering chuckle, "P-pahaha!"

Tyr didn't say anything, allowing Augustus to continue.

"Your following options are simple, boy... the first one is... you release the dragon right now, and you and your entire squad are allowed to walk out of this arena."

After a short pause, Augustus chuckled before saying, "In chains, and into the dungeons! Kahaha!"

Tyr still didn't say anything.

Seeing this, Augustus' tone changed to disdain again as he said, "Or... you can choose the second option."

He paused, staring deep into Tyr's eyes as he raised his chin in a condescending look, "You walk up here and lick my feet... if you do that, I will let you and your entire squad walk home scot-free... this is a Supreme Decree."