A massive dark vortex permeated the entire arena, in a nefarious attraction. In seconds, Calirer stood up, spitting greenish blood in despair; she couldn't believe what was happening. The poison in her body had been completely suppressed, and it should have been impossible. Then reality became a bit clearer; the poison, the great commotion in the arena, everything was orchestrated.
Calirer's whole body trembled, and she frantically thought about everything that had happened. Soon, memories from when she was isolated in the mountains, trying to assimilate demonic blood, surfaced.
