Chapter 118. Pride King
The third-floor arena, the glowing dome in the center changed, its bright green turning a dark, scary blue-black, giving off a heavy energy that felt like a threat. The prisoners froze, their thin faces pale, eyes wide with awe and fear. The power from the dome pressed on their chests, a dark sign of something unstoppable.
Vivien and Lysa stepped back, their weak bodies shaking, the cold stone floor hard under their bare feet.
Lysa’s voice broke, a soft whisper barely heard. "What... is that?"
Erin, sitting high on her throne-like chair, leaned forward, her silver hair shining under the flickering mana-lamps. "Told you, Vivien," she said, voice warm but certain. "Your brother’s too stubborn to die."
Vivien’s crimson eyes flicked to the dome. "Is... is he winning?" she asked, her small voice shaky.
"Winning? Kid, the fight was decided before it started."
Inside the Mana Domain, Sylo’s peaceful Garden of Eternity was gone, replaced by a creepy deadland.
The sky was a stormy purple, cracked with blue lightning. Broken black pillars stuck out from the cracked ground, their ruins floating, wrapped in ghostly blue flames that flickered without heat, casting shadows that moved like alive. The ground throbbed with glowing blue veins, each pulse sending heavy energy that made breathing hard.
Sylo stood in the middle, her black hair wet with sweat, her violet eyes wide with fear. Her breaths were short, her knees weak under the domain’s crushing weight. Her cinquedea shook in her hand, its purple glow fading, like the weapon was scared too. "What... is this place?" she choked, voice weak, terror in her heart.