The roar of the spectators thundered with the two fighters looking at each other.
Zeuxis was tired and the thought of ending the fight quickly was everything he could think about. Kael was equally tired by then, Zeuxis was a good fighter.
He needed a good blow, a weak spot to end this quickly.
Kael’s breath rattled in his chest, ragged, broken, desperate. His sword trembled in his hand, not from fear but from the weight of the energy passing through his veins.
His vision flickered between reality and crimson haze. The blood in the sand looked like oceans, and in the center of it stood Zeuxis.
“DEATH!” King Almond’s voice cracked through the arena, feeding the frenzy of the crowd. The chant shifted again, the sound of thousands stomping their feet and crying out as one. “Kill! Kill!
