Chapter 10
“I must return to the colosseum. Tomorrow starts the beginning of the Competition of Glory! I must be there to preside over the ceremony for our new recruits.”
Rostislav Ovsienko, Ruler of Deyu, creator of the Quarry, Prince of La Cindad Blanca. A quinotaur normally standing 9’11’’, he was now a mere 6’5.” That he was remanded to this bald shell of a human annoyed him more than anything else. His fingers pulled at the collar of his shirt, still mentally adjusting to the change in size.
Seated to his right, Rostislav’s advisor, Earlking Miroslav Kalinin, scrolled through dates and events on the misty gray veneer floating before him.
“Sir, I must inform you there are more pressing matters to attend to upon our return. For example, the public execution of the Sphinxian spy.”
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