"STRANGER!"
"STRANGER!"
"STRANGER!"
The chant rocked the Colosseum.
A roar of approval for the Heretic who had just taken down a fire princess with magma and a clever move.
High above, Lothar wiped sweat from his brow.
Even he, in the distance, was affected by the heat.
"WHAT A MATCH! Truly unexpected! But folks, even monsters need a breather! We will take a short intermission before the Grand Final so Priest Ignotus can—"
"No."
Ignotus's voice cut through the noise.
Standing in the center of the melted, scorched sand, he reached into his inventory and pulled out two vials. One red, one blue.
He downed a high-grade healing potion and a pure Divinity Elixir in three seconds flat.
His Divinity flared, the grey dullness in his Will sharpening back into focus.
With that, he looked up at the VIP box where the top seed was waiting.
"Come down here, sister. Let's finish this."
"..."
"..."
"..."
The crowd went silent.
From the high stands, a figure stood up.
