Chapter 130: Culling game!
Time soon passed, and the horn blasted a deep, resonant vibration carved from the hollowed tusk of a Mammoth that rattled the very bones of the spectators.
DOOOOOM.
The heavy iron gates of Block C ground open, screeching against the permafrost like a dying beast.
A roar from fifty thousand throats hit the competitors like a physical wave.
The Arena of Fangs was a pit of white ice and frozen blood, surrounded by tiered seating carved directly into the sheer glacier walls.
"Fighters!" The announcer, a scrawny Fox-kin perched safely on a floating platform, grinned with too many teeth, his magically amplified voice cutting through the wind.
"Welcome to culling games!"
Below, fifty warriors stood in a loose, chaotic circle.
Massive Polar Bear-kin hefted stone pillars like twigs, Wolf-kin packs coordinated their breathing in sync, and Boar-kin sharpened their tusks against the ice.
And in the corner, a solitary island of calm in a sea of aggression, stood
"Leo."
Leona pulled her white cloak tighter. The wind here was fierce, swirling snow into blinding vortices, yet she stood perfectly still, her breath misting in the freezing air.