~Laurent
By the time the fourth match started, I realized I’d stopped actually watching. My eyes were fixed on the arena, but my thoughts were miles away — on Ciela being carried off, and on Sorin’s hand crackling with something that shouldn’t exist.
I caught pieces of the fights like static between stations.
The Necromancers versus the Titans — it should’ve been an even match. The Titans relied on brute strength and skin like steel; the Necromancers fought with strategy and summons. They didn’t actually fight, they just called on shadow creatures that took the hits for them and attacked in their stead. The crowd loved that one. Bones clattered across the arena, spectral soldiers rising from dust as the Titans charged through them. Every impact was thunder. I should’ve been awed, but th
