"Aha. Malice, care to tell us what combinations you use this time?" A man with a necklace said.
The four Arena Masters were seated on a wooden, well-decorated high chair. Each leaned with arrogance abundance, showcasing their authority.
"A lion and some additives!" The Bangle Man, Malice, said. His voice made them tense even though they had an aura around their body.
But the one that spoke seemed to enjoy the feeling; he was a buff man, like a world champion muscle winner.
"Miracle Lions are good but their quality was dispersed and not concentrated like we want them." The buff man said, "Tell us the secret. You haven't been here for long!"
"Malice, your pet isn't moving!" Another one said.
This one was lean with protruding ribs and a laceration of a fresh wound around his chest.
Apart from the loincloth, he wore nothing.
