The rotting flesh grew rampant, and a putrid stench filled every corner of the space. The Beast Fighting Arena had now turned into a scarlet Hell. The roots of decay grew wildly, constantly spreading, devouring the dead flesh as their nourishment and birthing even more grotesque monstrous mutants.
Bologue felt like he was witnessing the birth of an ecosystem, an ecosystem meant to exist only in Hell.
The solid walls and floor were gone, replaced by a bloody fungal carpet. Jagged bones rose continuously, forming a basic framework. Soon after, an uninterrupted flow of flesh draped over them, transforming into monsters that looked both human and beast, attacking the nearest living creatures.
There weren't many living people left in the Beast Fighting Arena. People either died or fled for their lives. Those who remained possessed great power as Condensers. Under the Tyrant's protection, they fought with increasing valor, constantly proving their worth.
