Izelle leaned against the stone railing, resting her chin on her knuckles, looking at Duke with a half-smile: "How about it? Is this place more straightforward than you expected?"
Today, she wore a narrow dark gold skirt, with her long hair untied, like a stroke of fire between the red earth and stone walls.
Duke didn't reply, just looked into the arena.
At this moment, the gates on the east and west sides had already been pushed open halfway.
Beneath those gates, several armored figures were slowly walking out.
The roar inside the arena suddenly escalated; the main event had arrived.
First out was a man, exceptionally tall and with shoulders extraordinarily wide, like two stone shields hanging on them.
His skin wasn't human skin, but layered like a shell of countless dark bronze textures, as if half a river of lava draped over him.
His lower body remained human-form, yet was covered in extremely thick fiery red fur, like a beast.
