Chapter 69 Book 2 Joining the Fray
The dust of the arena had barely settled from the last bout when the crowd gathered again, their cheers echoing into the evening sky. Despite their earlier losses, Kalan and the Talagan bandits stood resolute, their eyes gleaming with vengeful determination. They had suffered humiliating defeats twice now, and the sting of shame only sharpened their resolve to turn the tides.
As the third round approached, Kalan huddled with Argot and Maera in a corner, their voices low and heated. "Enough of this!" Kalan hissed, slamming his fist against the wooden railing. "We're using everything this time. Poison, hidden weapons—whatever it takes. We cannot afford to lose again." Argot's lips curled into a sinister grin while Maera nodded grimly. They turned their attention to Grak, the towering hulk of a man, and Vera, the enigmatic staff-wielder whose staff seemed to emanate death aura.
