Chapter 15: City of Knights (VI)
The arena’s doors groaned open behind him as the echoes of the crowd cheering his nickname, "FINGERCRUSHER!" still bounced off the walls.
Gray walked slowly, his boots leaving a faint trail of crimson across the white-stone floor of the coliseum’s corridor.
His breathing was steady but strained, and the blood on his arms had already begun to dry, leaving his skin tight and itchy beneath the sunlight.
[You know... you’re starting to enjoy this a little too much~]
Jasmine whispered sweetly in his ear.
Gray didn’t reply.
He just stepped out into the open courtyard near the waiting chambers, lifting his gaze to the wide sky.
The air was hot, and the sun was even hotter, but somehow he liked that. The heat made him feel alive.
But before he could even take a full breath...
CLACK.
The sound of polished boots on stone.
"You’re quite the performer."