The damage was done. With an expression of disbelief, Cade fell to his knees, with a hole in his chest, and then flat onto the ground. His eyes widened in shock, and he stared vacantly at the arena ceiling.
With each moment that passed, his skin began to pale, a stark contrast to the deep crimson of his blood. Yet, whenever the liquid made contact with the arena floor, it vaporized into a thin mist, leaving no trace behind.
Berto, panting heavily and drenched in sweat, stood victorious, the weight of his win evident in his eyes. The crowd erupted into a mix of cheers and groans, depending on where their bets had been placed.
Berto's eyes darted across the spectators, scanning for a specific face, a target of his vengeance. His voice, dripping with menace, echoed through the silent moments that followed the end of the fight. "Hahahaha! You think you can hide from me? Just wait until I get my hands on you!"
