Time was difficult to keep up with while I was locked away within the prison. My best guess is that a month or so had gone by since my encounter with my father and mother. I had been drug out into multiple fights throughout that time, where I was pitted against other beasts such as a pack of wolves, a few lions, and a bear. Purely for show so that the royal family could appease the population. I also fought against anyone who was given the death sentence. They were given the chance to maintain living if any could beat me in the arena, but not one stood a chance. At this point Torg's words had came true, and I was know as the executioner. People from all across the kingdom would come to watch as the ones who wronged them were ripped apart. Apparently it is a big crowd pleaser to individually tear off each limb of the body, and then insert my claws into the torso, palms facing away from one another, and pulling the body itself in half. That would bring in showers of blood and praise. Alice attended each fight that I was announced to partake in, cheering louder than the rest as i decapitated, mangled, and bleed anything that stood before me dry. I'm not sure which is the crazier, me for the slaughter, or her for her pure admiration as I did it. However after killing so many I had leveled up to twenty eight. Torg and the old enchanter had to come up with a new way to bind me. They would now have me lay inside a coffin shaped box, with a chain attached to the head of it. Once I was laid inside and closed the lid the enchanter would cast a higher level protection spell on it, which kept me sealed inside. They would then open my cell, drag me to the western arena gate close me in and undo the spell. It was a lot more work for them, but it kept anymore guards from dying to the slightest of mistakes. Which I quite enjoyed from time to time, it kept any guards from running their mouth to me. Another run thing to do was after a fight see how long I could spend in the arena without returning to my coffin. It usually doesn't last long as the prince gets annoyed and sends a full platoon of mid level soldiers and mages to detain me. As soon as they come out I will casually walk back to my coffin, as I don't want anyone in on my immortality.
"Good news Dracul! We are finally getting rid of you!". Torg's voice rings out waking me from what some would call a nightmare, but I would call a good dream. "Finally I'm free.", I replied in a sarcastic manner. "Hahahaha", the battle master rumbled in laughter. "No sir, you are too strong for us to hold here any longer. You are being delivered to the Grand Arena. Nothing like this place where you fight thugs and low leveled wild beasts, oh no, the Grand Arena is the big leagues. You will fight true monsters, men who slay for fame and money, sometimes the harder monsters are pitted to fight against a full adventure party. That Dracul is the Grand Arena. You are sure to die there, just make sure you go down in a blaze of glory.". Torg let out another thunderous laugh. I walked over to my coffin which was leaned against the wall of my cell. As I tuck myself inside I made my rebuttal, "I may very well die, but my name will be feared throughout history, battle master. You on the other hand will be buried, replaced, and forgotten.". I closed the coffin lid as the battle master continued his rolling laughter.
I was carried out on a cart, after the enchanter finished sealing my coffin. I could hear people cheering loudly as I was rode through the city. "It's Dracul the executioner!", they would scream and cheer as I was wheeled passed. Others would comment on how terrifying of a monster I was, but infamy is just as good as fame to me. I was in the coffin for a long while I'm guessing the Grand Arena was on the other side of Falmon. Finally the cart came to a stop, and I could hear Torg giving careful instructions on how to detain me. After he was done with his explanation the rattle of his armor moved in the direction the cart was wheeled from, and the cart began to roll once more. It wasn't too much longer before i felt the box being lifted from the cart, and that all too familiar sound of a barred cell door being opened. After being place on the ground the door was closed and the enchantment was released. I opened the coffin and rose up to a sitting position, to see yet another large man clad in fancy armor, with the title Grand Battle Master. He was the same level as my father at thirty five, but had a much more fierce look about him. A bushy black beard, completely bald with monster claw scars down the side of his head. He was without a doubt a battle hardened man. My cage was completely different from the other arenas prison cell. Each cage was completely separated from the others, and there was not merely wild beasts inside each one. These monsters were all over level twenty five, the highest level within my sight was a full grown ogre at level thirty three. These cages were a lot more roomy as well, seeing that they housed large beasts. I could actually spread my wings to their full span. Then I heard the master speak, "you fight tomorrow.". He said nothing more and nothing less. I had no idea what to expect to find standing inside this new arena tomorrow, and truly it didn't make a difference.