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Edenia’s nightsky adorned with constellations, King Jerrod remembers simpler days of enjoying this hobby with his great-grandfather. Stargazing was not of importance tonight.
“Sindel, I worry.” Jerrod rubs his eyes.
His wife and his Queen place a hand on his shoulder, squeezing gently.
“What are your concerns?” Her calming voice questions, concern coloring it.
The fact the realm he’s a sovereign of could merge with Outworld. Their culture and history could be wiped at the brutish hands of Shao Kahn and that cunning sorcerer.
Failure was his concern.
“Everything, my beloved.” His sigh was palpable.
Only one more tournament remained.