Damian trailed behind the man who had called him to the upper part of the arena. He had just emerged victorious from a savage fight against a troll, but he felt cool and collected.
The man escorted him to a VIP area, where only the wealthy and influential could access. The room where the organizer of the fights resided was isolated from the others, with a sweeping view of the arena.
Two guards saluted Damian at the door, bowing with respect and awe. They opened the door for him and invited him in. Damian entered and scanned the room. His heart stopped when he saw who was standing near the window.
It was Miller! Or rather, the demon who had possessed Miller's body. The same one who had almost slaughtered Damian the last time they encountered.
