Jaegar's reputation as a relentless gladiator continued to grow. His presence in the arena became synonymous with blood-soaked triumphs, each victory cementing his status as the undisputed champion of underground fights.
The raucous cheers from the crowd still echoed in Jaegar's ears as he sat in the dimly lit room. The stench of blood clung to the air, a testament to the brutal spectacle he had just orchestrated in the underground arena. His fists, now lethal weapons, had transformed him into a formidable gladiator, leaving his opponents battered and broken in the merciless ring.
As Jaegar savoured a meagre meal of cooked meat and swirled a cup of strong liquor, the door to his chamber swung open with a creak. Rhalf, the shrewd overseer of this twisted entertainment, entered with a boisterous laugh that reverberated through the room.
