Opponent

"Wain Norheim, enter the arena!"

Wain smiled slightly and stepped forward. Demons and other spectators stared at him intently and studied him. Many of them were here around the clock and could only tell by their appearance whether or not it was worth betting on a fighter.

"Is that the elf with the dark hair? How unusual, but his aura inspires respect, so powerful and dense."

"Yes, I wonder who he will fight? I hope I can make a few more interesting bets today!"

"Something tells me we won't be disappointed."

The audience discussed the new fighter and made their plans. Elves were rare guests in Demon towns, especially those with this appearance.

"Wain, is this your first time here?" Zeta asked.

"Yes, it is."

"Good, then I'll quickly explain the rules to you. My name is Zeta, and I am the judge. Only fists and physical power are allowed, nothing more. You choose your own opponent."

"Hmm?"