Second and Fourth Deathguard
[Bonus chapter for getting me to top 20 golden tickets/powerstones!]
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Aldrich passed through the portal, followed by Okeanos and Valera. They warped into the Death Lord's Arena, standing in the center of an enormous colosseum.
They were in the actual fighting pit itself, surrounded by a stage of sand dotted with shards of shattered bone and bits and pieces of hacked off armor. Evidently, this place had seen quite some action in the past.
Now, though, as Alrdich looked around, seeing the many empty stands and seats towering around the pit, he felt a distinct sense of emptiness. Of abandonment.
The Death Lord followed Aldrich's gaze and sighed. "Yes, this place has seen better days. Roaring crowds and battles to make the blood of even the coldest hearted of undead boil. But since the Severing of Realms, I fear I do not have enough under my command for such spectacle, with less than a third of my troops remaining with me."
"Severing of Realms?" said Aldrich.