GODFREY'S POV.
The day of the fight had finally come. My heart pounded in my chest as I stood in the narrow corridor leading to the arena.
A cool breeze wasn't cooling my skin, instead, my skin seemed to be burning in the fresh breeze.
I knew this fight would decide everything, a situation where I was standing on a thin line between life and death. There was no turning back now.
From beyond the gates, I could hear the roar of the crowd. Their voices were deafening, chanting and shouting a name that wasn’t mine. It was my opponent they cheered for, their hero. Each shout of his name sent a shiver through my spine as my legs trembled.
I swallowed hard, trying to push down the fear clawing at my throat. My hands trembled as I tightened them into fists. Doubt started to creep into my
