"Hey, are you still with us?" Eli's voice was gentle as he tenderly patted Lucian's bloodied cheeks, his concern evident despite the chaos he caused.
"arrhh," Lucian groaned in agony, his once-handsome features now contorted with pain, his vision obscured by the crimson blood that covered his face.
The brutal beating had left him resembling a shattered statue, his proud and handsome face was now reduced to a mere shadow of its former glory. It was a sight that struck a chord of sorrow in the hearts of onlookers, many of whom had once held him in high esteem.
Some were moved to tears at the sight of their esteemed king brought low by such brutality, their cries echoing through the arena in a mournful lament.
"Sigh," Eli's exhalation carried a weight of disappointment as he contemplated the lacklustre performance of the kings from both the Dawn and Theos Kingdoms.... They felt like bullshit.
