The axe I’d been handed cleaved through his neck, another head tumbling onto the sand. How many fights had I been in now? I couldn’t remember. It was as if time moved differently. After my first victory, I was thrust into every fight they organized, and these dragons loved to party, which meant I was dragged into the pit almost every night. It was… unbearable.
Fighting on a battlefield was one thing, where you barely saw your enemy’s face, but standing one-on-one, battling for your life just to endure another miserable day as a slave—it felt senseless. I had no idea how much longer I could endure this torture. My body was weakening from the countless cuts, despite Mara’s best efforts to tend to them. Some were beginning to show signs of infection, with no time to heal, but how could they
