Chapter 262: The Lion's Roar
The silence in the Arena of Gods was heavier than the gravity spell Arthur had just dispelled.
The score was tied, 1-1. The pristine white stone of the ring was cracked from the previous bout, a testament to the violence that had just occurred.
Now, the third match was about to begin.
"MATCH THREE!" The announcer's voice boomed, echoing off the high walls of the coliseum. "THE GOLDEN HERO OF ARCADIA VS. THE SILENT MONK OF DRAGONSPIRE!"
Leon Lionheart stepped onto the platform. He looked every inch the hero the stories promised. His armor shone under the artificial sun, his cape fluttered in the wind, and his hand rested confidently on the hilt of his sword. But beneath the visor, Leon was sweating.
He could feel the gaze of his father, Arnab Lionheart, burning into his back from the Human Noble box. He could feel the weight of Aiden's defeat. And most of all, he could feel the terrifying calmness of the man standing opposite him.
