Champion of-
Baba Jezda watched on with interest as their bodies briefly went taut while the substances around their heads slowed their rotations down to a crawl.
Eight whirlpools formed within the sea of clouds above the island, directly over the positions of each of the attendants.
The air went still and the silence fell over all of creation as everything stopped altogether. The candidates and everyone not on the island froze in whatever position they were in.
The red sand-like material around Lord Cerritos lightly rumbled while his raspy voice echoed through the surroundings twice. It sounded like he was talking once and then another voice from somewhere far away was repeating the same thing a moment later.
'You dare...call upon us...?'