Under an insconspicous part of the city, there was a hidden arena surrounded by many seats. There were underground cells with magic beasts and even humans that had magic chains. A man with gray hair and long tongue was standing at the center of the arena while grinning at the men and women with torn clothes and scars. The man's name was Basil. He was a high-ranking member of the Poison Guild in charge of the underground arena.
"Hahahaha, aren't you all bored that there were no shows?" asked Basil.
The men and women looked at Basil with anger as they gripped their fists and gritted their teeth.
"I guess not," said Basil with a big grin. "I am bored, so I want to play, but in exchange for your participation, I will give freedom to someone who can injure me."
He cast magic, then his body transformed. He transformed into a five-meter-tall basilisk. The sand on the arena suddenly rose and was moving around him.
