Lines shimmered across the sky, and a balloon floated high above, clearly broadcasting everything onto the massive screen inside the arena.
The cheers of the crowd returned, loud and merciless.
They didn't care who died. They didn't care what happened. They only wanted entertainment.
That was the nature of the aristocrats. Every single one of them. Disgusting, utterly treacherous. To them, everyone else was nothing more than extras, while they carried themselves like Gods.
And from time to time, there were those who weren't born into such families, those who wondered, what if the age of beast tamers had never come?
I mean, could you really blame them?
Some would rather embrace death than relive another version of hell. Why endure it again when you had already survived one?
It was a question Alex often asked himself. And in the moment his body began to glow, that same thought resurfaced.
