Some time has passed. In the arena, fights followed one another, offering a spectacle of death to the harshest of suns.
Iris and Morgiana remained silent, worried about Lilith next to them, still in a bad mood. Suddenly, a man came out of a corridor and walked towards the center of the battlefield.
On either side, Mercy and the mysterious gladiator stood, the girl doing her best to keep calm.
He took out a piece of paper and prepared to read it, already acclaimed by the public apparently familiar with this type of event.
"The next scene will pit a new warrior against the night fox. The challenge having been declared by the new warrior, it is she who will decide the condition."
Mercy swallowed, clutching her fist to her chest, she gathered all her courage and spoke in the deepest voice possible.
"I challenge yeh to a battle against the Nameless warrior! Righ' her' righ' no'!"