[Time Skip: Three Days Later]
[Location: The Deep Dungeons – Below the Arena]
The air down here was cold enough to freeze breath instantly, but the figure walking down the corridor didn't shiver.
Leona walked past the cells. Her injuries were mostly healed thanks to the tribal shamans, though she still walked with a slight stiffness in her ribs.
She wore a simple white tunic and the Void Gauntlet on her left arm.
Walking for a while, she soon stopped in front of the deepest cell.
Inside, chained to the wall by heavy, glowing runic cuffs, was King Scar.
The once-mighty 6th Order Warlord looked pathetic. His mane was matted with dried blood. His black Dragon-Scale armor had been stripped away, leaving him shivering in the dark. His mana was completely sealed by the cuffs.
He looked up as Leona approached. His eyes dull, filled with hate and confusion.
"You..." Scar rasped. "Come to gloat? Or come to finish it?"
"Neither," Leona said calmly.
