The commentator's voice crashed through the underground chamber like a bell thrown at a wall, long before I set foot on the arena floor.
"Ladies and gentlemen, and every creature that defies categorization between and beyond—the Gleeful Bowels welcomes you to another evening of blood, bruises, and beautiful chaos!"
The crowd roared on cue. From the intake corridor I heard it as a rolling vibration through the stone walls, a low drumbeat traveling up through the soles of my feet.
"For yet another exciting match that has presented itself through the fates of countless warriors from all over the lands, we have something rather special. A new face has graced our savage circle—"
When I arrived at the edge of the arena, I deactivated my cognition-blocking spells in one smooth breath.
Because I dropped my stealth mid-stride, I appeared in space as if I had materialized from nothing in the point of view of others.
