The sun rose high above the black stone arena of the Demonic Sect.
Guards stood in every corner.
Elders sat on a raised platform, watching with calm, sharp eyes.
The ground was stained from past blood.
This was where the strongest demons were born.
Mo Tianheng stood in the middle of the field, breathing slowly.
His body had changed from before.
It was leaner, sharper, and stronger.
Years of pain had carved his muscles into steel.
Today was the final tournament.
Only four children had survived the pit, the training, and the pain.
The rest had died, vanished, or gone mad.
Tianheng stood quietly as the first match was called.
"Mo Tianheng vs. Jin Ku!"
The crowd of sect members started whispering.
Some had heard of Tianheng, the boy who never begged, cried, or stopped training.
A boy with demon eyes.
The one he would face now, Jin Ku, stepped out calmly.
He was tall for his age, and in his hand was a black spear.
