'Where…'
Fafnir didn't even blink. His vision simply changed.
He was still in an arena, but it wasn't the same arena as before.
This arena… looked like the inside of a volcano.
The floor was made of magma with floating slabs of dark stone.
The walls were made of the same dark stone, and several cracks in the walls burst with flames.
The place even had a ceiling, which was dripping magma continuously in random places.
The temperature here exceeded that in the arena. If Fafnir had lungs and tried to breathe, his lungs would have burned immediately.
For the first time since the beginning of the fight, Fafnir felt the scythe of death pressed against his neck.
'Where am I? Where are the others? What about the duchess and Anas?'
The most likely possibility was that everything was a hallucination, maybe made by Adrian's relics or one of his abilities.
