The arena, which had just fallen into uneasy silence after Ethan's defeat, now erupted in an entirely different kind of noise.
"Dexter… Dexter's actually stepping in?!"
"No way, he's insane! He'd fight even if it kills him!"
"He's not just insane, he's a demonic prodigy. The twin-axe demon…"
Excited whispers rippled through the stands, and the crowd leaned forward in anticipation. Every spectator knew that name.
Dexter F. Orwald.
A man who had never once surrendered, no matter the state of his body. He was the kind of lunatic who would break his own bones just to swing harder, and somehow still win.
And now... he was against Gray.
"GRAY VIREUX!!" Dexter roared, his voice booming across the arena.
He grinned so wide it nearly split his face. "Don't you dare escape again, I've been waiting to taste that madness of the old genius up close!"
The crowd exploded, torn between fear and excitement.
