Chapter 413
The Colosseum roared with life as Yuki stepped into the blood-soaked sands. The stands were packed with thousands of Björn’s followers, their chants rising like a storm. Warriors, clad in mismatched armor and painted with symbols of chaos, circled the arena, their eyes gleaming with bloodlust.
A booming voice echoed through the Colosseum. "Today, the outsider steps into our sacred grounds! Let her prove her worth in the eyes of Björn!"
Olaf sat in his place, watching as Yuki marched into the colosseum. He couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t as it seemed.
His suspicion stemmed from Finn, who sat calmly on the other side of the colosseum, his gaze also fixed on Yuki. Olaf knew Finn despised Yuki’s way of doing things. For Finn to pass up an opportunity like this—where Yuki’s life could so easily be claimed by anyone—was strange. It was unlike him, and Olaf couldn’t help but feel that something was going on behind the scenes.
Suddenly, Olaf stopped himself mid-thought. Whatever schemes were unfolding beyond his understanding, they didn’t concern him. His position and role within the Björn empire were unshakable.
With that thought in mind, he turned his attention to the beautiful woman beside him. Grabbing her roughly, he tore her upper clothing to shreds, leaving her bare-chested. She didn’t seem to mind; instead, she pressed herself closer to him. Olaf sucked on her breasts, drawing a moan from her lips as his eyes took on the same red glow that seemed to infect everyone in the colosseum.
Madness and insanity had reached their peak. Everyone, even those who had tried to suppress their primal instincts, found themselves overcome by the frenzied atmosphere. Their eyes glowed red, filled with anticipation for the bloodshed they were about to witness.
On the other side of the colosseum, Finn noticed the growing chaos. A bright smile spread across his face, his inhuman form briefly flickering as a single wing sprouted from his back. This was the sight he longed to see—something he believed his people had lost long ago.
Rising from his throne-like seat, Finn roared, "Björn! Björn! Björn!" His chant spread like a plague throughout the colosseum, echoing even in the minds of the kingdom’s residents. Soon, everyone was chanting Björn’s name in unison.