Chapter 182: The Guardians
"Today is the day of the fight. I hope you are all ready," Miret said with his hands on his hips and his eyes on them.
Severin and his team stood there before him.
They wore black leather armor that fitted them snugly.
Derrick snorted and flashed a cold smile. "We are ready."
Miret nodded without expression, and then he led them out of the building. Grey still covered the sky, but the streets were strangely deserted of prisoners.
"What’s happening here? Why’s there no prisoners here?" Julius asked, looking around.
"Today, they’ll be treated to a special spectacle of fighting between you guys," Miret grinned. "It’s one of the few things they look forward to each year, the fighting that the host brings every time they come."
"So... this is like a festival of sorts?" Ethan asked.
"Somewhat. It’s a type of entertainment festival for them. They bet the little they have, save the little food they have, and bring it here.
"We guardians gave them tact agreement for all of this," Miret explained.
He continued to lead them through the streets, straight through the central street that led directly to the middle of the prison. It was the biggest building, and apparently, the real thing was underground, and it housed the most deadly of the prisoners. It also housed the arena.
Suddenly a voice came at them from the side, and a figure detached itself toward them. It was a woman. All lovely curves, but her aura was like a rough blade against the flesh.