Dumpling
On the other hand, when Lucavion and Valeria left, the battles continued in the arena.
The place buzzed with the energy of the crowd, a sea of faces blurring together, all waiting to witness the next spectacle.
The young boy stood in the ring, his small frame cloaked in a dark hood, shadows concealing his face from those who watched. Around him, the dusty ground was marked by the footprints of countless warriors who had already fought—and fallen.
Across from him, his opponent, a towering man clad in chainmail and wielding a jagged sword, sneered down at him, lips curling in contempt.
"Heh…..I smell a beast kin here. How dare a likes you show your face here, after all the things you have done?"