Shall We?

Shock was Dyon's most prevalent feeling as he watched Patriarch Pakal disappear from sight.

His mind began immediately working things together. It wasn't as though he had any concrete evidence for his thoughts, but if he were to assign percentage points to his ideas, in his estimation, the likelihood that he was wrong was negligible.

In his trip back to his home realm, he had learned that General Mace was coordinating something behind the scenes, something he needed, for one, needed human world help to accomplish.

The second thing Dyon knew was that this was all revolving around this world tournament. At first, he had been confused. Why this tournament? These people had been alive for hundreds to thousands of years before Dyon's birth, what were the odds that it was just this year they decided to act?