"Pyrren. Pyrrik."
At the archduke's call, two figures materialized beside Orvain and dropped to their knees in unison.
"Archduke."
"My Lord."
"T-the Twin Pyres? W-why…?"
Orvain could only stare at them in shock. They were identical in every sense, right down to their attire.
Shining bald heads and blazing red beards that swallowed most of their faces. Their frames were slender, almost unassuming, yet there was no mistaking the danger radiating from them.
They were the Twin Pyres. Identical twins whose name alone carried weight across the Core and the mid parts of the Span.
Legends said they had once killed a Duke despite not being gods themselves, a feat unheard of, and one that had permanently carved their reputation into the minds of everyone who mattered.
"They'll be joining you in the competition."
At Rhexan's words, confusion appeared across Orvain's face.
"But why, father? Wouldn't it be better to bring other gods?"
