Chapter 796 What's Your Problem?

• Kaleb
• Silas has a private box in the arena that overlooks the grounds. I squint through the bright, unforgiving lights to the magical dome, watching rain pound the king’s shields. It had been a clear, hot night before this. The rain started only minutes ago, absolutely drenching Pantharas–a flood of epic proportions. Compared to the long-awaited rain that blessed the Glade recently, this feels more like a punishment.
• Silas paces, glancing at the arena, which is empty. “She should have come out by now. It’s been three hours.”