The Colosseum roared with life as Yuki stepped into the blood-soaked sands. The stands were packed with thousands of Björn's followers, their chants rising like a storm. Warriors, clad in mismatched armor and painted with symbols of chaos, circled the arena, their eyes gleaming with bloodlust.
A booming voice echoed through the Colosseum. "Today, the outsider steps into our sacred grounds! Let her prove her worth in the eyes of Björn!"
Olaf sat in his place, watching as Yuki marched into the colosseum. He couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't as it seemed.
His suspicion stemmed from Finn, who sat calmly on the other side of the colosseum, his gaze also fixed on Yuki. Olaf knew Finn despised Yuki's way of doing things. For Finn to pass up an opportunity like this—where Yuki's life could so easily be claimed by anyone—was strange. It was unlike him, and Olaf couldn't help but feel that something was going on behind the scenes.
