Chapter 137: The Blood Crucible
The roar of the underground Colosseum was absolutely deafening.
Thousands of criminals, illegal weapon smugglers, and rogue mercenaries screamed for blood. In the center of the massive subterranean cavern stood the Blood Crucible.
It was a terrifying, towering cage made of thick, rusted steel mesh. The metal was heavily stained with generations of dried black and crimson blood. The stench of sweat and copper hung heavy in the humid air.
Draven Mordis stood in the deep shadows near the fighter entrance. He wore his pristine white and gold military uniform. The featureless white mask completely hid his face, projecting an aura of emotionless dread. His squad stood right behind him, radiating cold, professional discipline.
"Captain," Aegon muttered over the secure comms built into their masks. He made sure to use his official tournament alias.
