Nexor, among others, watched the large screen closely. The roars of the crowd, like lions offered fresh meat, and to them that was all he was—nothing more than a helpless prey waiting to be torn to pieces by Azkai.
Nexor, who had hosted and watched these fights for a long time, saw what most didn't. As the screen displayed Calyx, his lips tugged into a small smile. He saw it in Calyx's gaze—the eyes of a killer.
The iron cage pulsated like a living thing, amplified by the bloodthirsty roars of the crowd. Calyx, the underdog pebble, danced under the harsh neon like a moth drawn to a flame. Azkai, the chrome-clad mountain, stalked him with the deliberate grace of a predator.
