"Get up, you insult your race, monster."
Atlas' words echoed throughout the arena. Every student in the remaining 11 arenas except his arena had already finished their exams. The best one made it to the third round, just like Atlas, but he died halfway through the round and was thrown out of the arena.
With this, the arena had turned into a huge area covering all sides of the coliseum, and a view that no longer even needed the monitoring panels was visible to everyone.
The words of Atlas, the tone of his voice and the contemptuous look in his eyes sent shivers through Cordelia's body. Every hair on the ancient woman's body trembled.
The warrior lizard man, writhing in pain on the ground, barely managed to reach for the sword in front of him when he heard those words, and then stood up.
It was possible to see that this monster, which was formed as an image of magic, trembled before Atlas.
