I vaguely remember the scene as if awoken from a dream. A dark burst of purple energy erupted from my dying body, engulfing the colosseum. Everyone in the vicinity found it difficult to breathe struggling to stand upright.
The purple fog stole sight as everyone clawed aimlessly only to be met with jagged resistance. The square plates on top of the arena crackled, rising up to meet suspended raindrops.
The aura retracted into a vortex of energy hurling debris and rain. My body, the epicenter levitated higher into the air as the condensed aura wrapped tightly around my body.
The overcast acted as my minion with lightning indiscriminately striking all around the colosseum. Chaos ensued with the audience attempting to flee with the survival of their lives on the line.
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The smell of burnt flesh reeked throughout the arena as many were scorched by indiscriminate lightning strikes. The slave girl stood in front of her master as a bolt of lightning smashed down on top of them. Her spherical mana shield easily split the lightning into many strands, tossing smaller bolts all around to hit others.
"Get me out of here!" The master tugged on her leash afraid if he pulled too hard her mana shield would be affected.
The slave girl stared motionlessly at me floating twenty meters above the center of the arena. She couldn't figure out what kind of magic the dark purple aura was but found similarities of the magic formation being created.
"Master, it's too late. Stay behind me." She ignored the fleeing audience and powered all of her mana into the shield. The mana shield shifted from a fully enclosed dome around the two into a circular conical shape facing forward, not leaving any protection against lightning from above.
The Master noticed, but any attempt at conveying his displeasure was gone with his lack of speech. Not a single word could be uttered inside the purple fog as if in a vacuum of space.
The rapid expansion and contracting of the aura unintentionally created a dark zone. Within the domain, all were subject to a considerable disadvantage. The purple energy retracted fully into my body before unleashing one final time.
The energy exploded with the effect of everything seeming to happen in slow motion. Raindrops evaporated as stone and metal turned to dust when they came into contact with the blast of dark energy.
The first person to be touched by the deadly energy was my opponent, the bald man, as the flying announcer flew for cover from the lightning prior. The bald man feared for his life watching how his throwing knives turned to dust in an attempt to finish me.
He couldn't escape even if he wanted to and fearfully powered up his mana shield. The energy reached his shield continuing without any resistance. His force field dissolved as if being assimilated and taken control of by the purple energy.
The baldy turned to dust from head to toe until finally, the aura passed through him, erasing his existence entirely.
The horrified audience fell into desperation after watching him vanish before their eyes, providing them additional incentive to run away. Arisa and her group of bullies were not able to reach the exit, much like the rest who were held down by the dark zone.
All they could do was struggle to speak. It took everything just to exhale a word, but without being able to hear, they were left to read each other's faces. Tears and silent screams vaporized into nothingness as the energy swept past seeing no end to the destruction. I felt nothing for Arisa as my heart was now content, no longer able to accept the trust of others ever again.
The last to be standing was the slave girl and master. A hand was placed on the slave girl's shoulder from behind. The master was funneling his entire pool of mana to help sustain the mana shield. The shield corroded as if acid was eating away at it instead of immediately disintegrating. The dark energy came into contact with the slave girl's extended palm, touching the shield.
The girl's hand like the shield melted instead of instantly turning to dust. The energy enveloped her, however, the master met the same vaporizing fate as the rest of the audience.
The clothes and chains attached to the slave girl's neck, arms, and ankles vaporized on contact. The flesh and hair on her body dripped off, revealing muscle and sections of her bones.
The energy continued to mercilessly erase her life as her arms melted. The muscles and bones melded together protecting her inner organs. What was left was an oddly shaped blob of meat erected in an upright manner.
The dark energy halted its onslaught right before the outer perimeter of the arena allowing it to remain standing. All that was left in the shell of the colosseum was a circular emptiness with me at the epicenter.
The lightning stopped and rain gathered around my feet in the new crater indentation on the ground where the arena platform used to be. I touched my body as I realized my broken arm, fractures, and deep cuts were mended, but bruises and minor cuts remained.
I couldn't believe what happened and was not able to see over the crater's edge. My feet sank into the muddy ground as I found my way back onto level ground. I saw the destruction created by my energy.
'I've had magic all along and it was so powerful! I cared more about this fact than the mass murder of everyone in the colosseum. I felt nothing for them as they bullied, ridiculed, and even tried killing me. They deserved a death worse than what I did to them. I won't let my most exciting moment in life be ruined by their misfortune.'
Something moved in the corner of my eye in the direction of the supposed exit, pulling my mind back to the situation at hand. It took a short climb up towards the exit to notice a bloodied blob of flesh churning into a recognizable form.
"This thing is alive?" It had a foul odor and looked straight out of a horror movie ready to jump scare and eat me at any moment. I took a step back when it flopped over on the ground.
Growing limb at a time the form of a small body reappeared. 'It's only been twenty seconds and it has already regrown all of its limbs. The amount of magic required to regenerate this fast was no small feat.'
I waited for the skeletal structure to form, then the muscles to reattach themselves. Next, the skin, nails, hair, and lastly eyes fully healed. I was slightly scared to be honest, not even a minute had passed for a little girl's entire body to stitch back together.