The Black Sword

Tremble. Tremble. Tremble.

After absorbing Liang's energy, the Colosseum became much larger and stronger, so not a single attack had yet been able to damage the wall and only a few had managed to leave scratches on the arena's solid granite floor.

However, when Gael's back reached the wall, cracks went down along it, as if a part of the colosseum was ready to collapse, again, even after strengthening and evolving.

Gael spat out a mouthful of blood, trying to stem the flow by holding it with the palm of his hand. However, even that didn't help and his hand became covered in crimson blood, while a bright pain spread throughout his body.

At the same moment, the runes on the stones of the colosseum, the white ones, shone brightly and the colosseum began to regenerate like a living organism. In a few seconds, there was no trace of the damage and it was ready for a new challenge.

However, it was unclear whether Gael was ready for it.