CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
The roar of the arena still echoed in Tom's ears when his strength finally abandoned him.
The silver-white veins beneath his skin dimmed, their glow fading like dying embers. Blood slipped from his fingers, dripping onto the shattered stone at his feet. His breathing grew shallow, uneven. Slowly—agonizingly slowly—his hair darkened once more, the blinding white retreating as exhaustion reclaimed its debt.
Tom lifted his gaze.
Above him, the sky stretched wide and merciless.
No gods answered.
No mercy came.
But he survived.
" Jokes on them" he said
Then his knees gave out.
He collapsed.
Dust rose around his fallen body, settling like ash over a battlefield that had just birthed a monster. The blood of beast still spraying over the battlefield
