Daniel was led away from the arena.
Two days. That was how long he had to wait. The Warden had scheduled his tenth match for two days later. For Daniel, this was both a blessing and a curse. It was a blessing because every part of his body ached.
He needed rest. He needed to heal.
However, it was a curse because his mind would not rest. He sat on the cold floor, leaning his back against the wall. He closed his eyes, but he could not sleep.
"What does he mean by a special event?" Daniel whispered to the darkness. "Who is this worthy opponent?"
He thought about the fighters he had seen. He had beaten the strongest brutes and the quickest assassins. Was there a monster they had captured? A beast from the deep desert?
The waiting was painful. He spent the first day sleeping as much as he could. He forced his body to relax. He ate the small scraps of dry meat Gideon gave him.
