Life is fragile, sometimes ending in the blink of an eye, between a single strike or blow.
"WAAAGH!"
Rendall, holding a spiked club, panted heavily, shouting toward the audience around the arena.
At his feet, an Alpha-level human knight lay dead in a pool of blood, his breath gone.
This was a life-or-death battle in the arena, a duel between two warriors.
In the council hall, the five lords gathered once more.
The five factions had successfully formed an alliance, and the details they needed to discuss next didn't require the involvement of high-ranking figures like Orion.
The lords, now together again, began an unusual contest of their own.
A duel!
Through their warriors' combat, they sought to win territories or supplies from one another.
"Grand Duke Richard, this round is mine."
"When will you send me the thousand sets of refined armor you promised? Don't try to pass off scrap metal on me!"
