The sun climbed higher in the sky, burning away the clouds to cast its scorching summer cloak over the world.
Four platforms became three, became two.
The scent of sweat permeated the air. The referees had the platforms strewn with fresh sawdust several times to prevent competitors slipping on patches of blood.
Hulach brought over a cup of lukewarm water, laced with Low Revitalit. It was the only drink the organizers allowed. "Are you alright?"
"In this heat?" Krow greedily drank the water. There were several wounds on his torso and legs, but those were minor and already healing. "What's the news then?"
Hulach was silent.
Krow glanced at him, saw the draculkar looking worriedly back. "I'm fine, what is it."
The only serious injury he had was from a Lvl 11 player, but his HP was slowly recovering from that. A few more minutes and he would be back to a hundred percent.
