Chapter 110 - The Dawn of Antiquity: The Arrival of the Dark God - Chapter One Hundred and Ten

As I stood there on the arena's blood-soaked sands, the weight of the battle bore down on me physically and emotionally. The sun beat down mercilessly, casting long shadows that stretched across the arena like ominous specters. The crowd, a sea of eager faces, roared in anticipation, their cheers echoing in my ears like a cacophonous storm, each shout a reminder of the stakes at hand. But amidst the relentless clash of weapons and the adrenaline surging through my veins, a hesitation gnawed at the core of my being. It was a hesitation born of an inner conflict, a struggle between the warrior's instinct to defeat my foe and a moral compass that whispered, "This weakness is becoming a problem."