33 The White Lion from the Flavian Colosseum

She follows them while having one hand on the wall to support her up. But as she thought, the castle or whatever it is called is different from the Zovaidel castle. It can even be said that it's richer and nicer looking, even the decorations and interior design is different... 'What the hell, I bet the outside exterior is even more different.'

She follows them closely as she can yet she kept getting an unusual feeling that they are going in circles. The wall all appear the same with only a twink, showing the differences. She doesn't know for how long or what happened but in the end, they reach their destination from what Jasmine yelled out.

She pushes Drizella out of the gate into the round circle with people sitting and standing, shouting from the top of their lungs. She can only stare widely at what she's seeing, the Colosseum really is a colosseum, a place where people fight to the death. Inverting her eyes to the other gate that's starting to open, she can clearly hear the loud and faint roars from a beast.

A pure white paw with sharp claws swings towards the open gate attacking the person in front of the gate. The pure white paw became bloody red as it squashed the person down to the ground. White fiery fur peer through the gate as big feets made its way into the open space where Drizella is standing.

With a loud roar from the beast that is all white from head to toe, the whole crowd falls into silence. The beast, which is the white lion, didn't start to attack Drizella immediately. It seems like it has a mind of its own as it stares mockingly at Drizella, underestimating her.

Drizella can only lift her head up, gazing directly at the giant white lion without blinking. It's her very first time to see an animal this big and this wild. It has no discretion towards anything, stepping on everything that's in its way without fear. The white lion's fierce eyes glaring down at Drizella as if to say it can munch her into pieces within a second!

Drizella and the white lion stare at each other for five minutes but nothing happens. Their stares seem to pierce into each other's consciousness trying to figure out what each other have in mind.

She didn't think that a beast would be this intelligent. Instead of rushing crazily to finish her off, the white lion tends to precipitate her every move like a human. It's acting more like a human rather than of a beast.

Drizella stares at her own two hands that have no weapons what so ever with a clouded mind. She swiftly turns her head up to spot a breeze sweeping past her. The claws of the white lion were so close to her eyes as it swept its front paw down, standing a millimeter away from her.

The white lion brings its forefoot speedily down covering the sunlight on top of Drizella's head. Everyone thought that she would be done for but she with her body covered in bandages dodge to the side. The timbre from the forefoot of the white lion draws in the crowd even more as they roar and clap as if they themselves are crazed.

The white lion didn't give her a moment of time to draw a quick breath as it swings its claw at her again. This time she couldn't dodge completely as she was sent rolling into the wall. She cries out in pain as she coughs out blood.

She can clearly hear her vertebrae snapping and even it became harder for her to breath. Just getting up from where she is, took all her strength. Her consciousness seems to be fading in and out as she can see mostly black in front of her. Her ears are buzzing nonstop and her hands and feet appear to stop moving further. Its almost like she's standing there waiting for the scythe of death to slice off her head.

As she look at the white lion fear began to creep up into her. The lion's aura appears to be strong, oozing everywhere and the lion itself seems to fill up the whole colosseum. She wants to run but her two feet are glued to the ground. The white lion walks to where she is and waves its claws like a scythe heading towards her head. She can only duck down avoiding the claws as rumbles of fallen rocks tumble down her.

What kind of situation is she in right now. It occurs to her that she was in two similar situations, one she can't recall and the other before waking up... but she shouldn't have been?!

Her mind didn't wander far before the white lion struck at her again. This time with more force and power behind its attacks. Drizella can't dodge anymore and if she takes another attack, it can really be her end.

Leon should've been fine so its fine if she uses Coco right now right? What can win against a lion and a fierce one at that? What animal... what animal can withstand a lion's attack. An animal that's on four legs, is fierce, a king of its own, not of the sea or ocean but land, a meat eater, a kind of its own, and a hunter that is fear throughout history... a snow-white beast...

An image of such a beast formed through her mind as she molded Coco into what she saw and imagined. Slowly and surely, bit by bit Coco appear before everyone as a beast of the jungle, stopping the white lion's attack. White fur like snow with black strips as dark as charcoal, a fierce roar echoing throughout the whole colosseum, a tail tagging behind, four paws with sharp claws hidden beneath, and a face opposite of a lion. Standing before everyone was the version of their Princess's contracted spirit, in white and black. Their Princess's contracted spirit is the beast of the jungle and renowned as a king on equal footing with the king of the desert, the lion.

For an unknown person with a mysterious origin to have a contracted spirit compeer with the Princess's contracted spirit, the tiger!

In her hand, she shaped a knife... a blade on both sides with no spine, only sharpen edges similar to an arrowhead. She slowly but swiftly pulled back her hand as she instructed Coco: "I'll give you one chance, finish it off with one move."

Saying so, she throws the knife with every last strength she has aiming straight at the lion's ferocious glaring eye.