This foe, he could tell, was strong.
Grey's eyes narrowed as he took in the arena's setup. It was unmistakable—this was a gladiator match.
The structure, the roaring crowd, the lone gate at the far side—everything screamed of a duel to the death.
And his opponent? It was undoubtedly waiting behind that gate.
Above the gate behind the barrier, a figure stepped forward and Grey's gaze snapped to it.
It was a humanoid lion, distinct from the others.
Its mane shimmered like molten gold, and it wore a battle-worn sash draped across its massive shoulders, marking it as someone important.
'The announcer?' Grey guessed.
It was indeed the announcer and it let out a guttural growl, its voice carrying an air of authority.
The sound echoed through the arena, a commanding introduction to whatever terror lay beyond the gate.
Grey frowned, his brow furrowing in frustration.
He couldn't understand a word of the guttural language.
