The sunken pit had never been more heated as their bare chests heaved, and light shone behind those eyes. Grayish-silver like that of the moon.

This time was different. More intriguing than the last, as the entire crowd rumbled in their seats.

“Fight!”

The man in the Royal club above them yelled as his voice echoed in the Bastion. The entire place went quiet.

Arian spread his legs ajar, waiting to attack, but the first rogue had even bigger plans up his sleeves.

The rogue lunged in the air towards his first opponent next to him, slicing him in the ear. Just enough to rip a piece off.

Arian didn't...