Lothar's words only roused the Colosseum further.
The poor guy had nearly lost his voice from commentating.
Yet he didn't let that stop him, continuing on the show:
"WHAT A SPECTACLE! WHAT A GENERATION!"
And John couldn't help but agree:
"They've done well."
The last team.
Gaia's.
Would she live up to the others?
***
There she stood, her blonde hair dusty from ash and battle.
Around her were half a dozen girls, her cohort, all visibly tense, clutching their weapons like they'd rather be anywhere else, which they definitely would.
Across from them was… something different.
A woman, or at least the shape of one.
This Demon was far from monstrous.
Nor was it grotesque or a mirror of one of them.
She was only a tall, barefoot, red-haired woman.
If not for her entirely black eyes, one could mistake her for a normal human.
Her expression was blank, her skin was pale, and her clothes were tattered and stained with black tar.
