Serafina is stunned to see Dragomir striding towards her. Wasn’t he dead? Of course, she should not be complaining because at least he was alive.
“Dragomir!” she called, hesitant. Excited. Scared. After all, how should you feel about seeing the one you love walking towards you after you killed them?
“I – I am f-fine,” he said, wonderingly. He patted his body as if expecting something was missing.
“W-what is going on?” asked Rafina, turning to Tartarus. The smirk that seemed to have been perpetually stamped on his younger face was gone. She could swear that a few lines had appeared on the otherwise smooth face. Guada looked bewildered.
Tartarus rose from his seat and walked towards the middle of the arena, where the final two competitors stood. He looked solemn, almost sad.
“Dragom
