Liam didn't linger in the inspection of the boundless presence above. He had limited it to a glance, heading out right afterward, too used to the sight that awaited him in the corridor to give it any thought.
"Master," A foundation expert, a voluptuous young woman who didn't hide her curves, greeted Liam with a deep bow. "Excellent fighting today, too."
The woman was a trap that no amount of jealousy from Grace could fix. She had no power over it, the decision being up to the branching expert in charge of the operation.
The trap was actually multilayered, giving insights into why the battle cages' fighters became the mad dogs Lucas had mentioned.
The fights depended on the audience's demands. It was entertainment after all. The match-ups were rigged to have as much shock value as possible.
