Maybe...

But, judging by how they verbally assaulted him those few weeks ago, they clearly still had their thorns. 

After leading Dyon to the holdings of the Nightwell Clan, Crystella looked toward Dyon with a hesitating gaze. 

The event was held in a massive arena, already filled to the brim with people of all shapes and sizes. The noise was quite deafening even for an immortal. 

The holdings of each Clan was held even further underground. Crystella had to lead Dyon down a long hidden corridor connected to the Nightwell Mansion to bring him here. Apparently, this was a tradition they adopted so that they could keep their trump card members hidden until the final moments. Though, if the other Clans had any sort of competence, they should have solid clues before the event began.