The first day of the Gladiator Tournament was slowly dragging itself into its final moments.
And yet, the chaos in the arena was far from over.
The great battle royale still raged on with relentless ferocity. There were each group who had to play the battle royal and only four had passed today, the fourth group still fighting, each filled with warriors desperate for glory, honor, or simply survival.
Then, only ten participants of each group would advance to the next round—a cruel and deliberate design that ensured the bloodshed would continue until only the strongest and most merciless survived.
From the very beginning, it had been a slaughterhouse. Blades met flesh without hesitation, and the sand of the arena had been dyed a deep, sticky red. Unfortunately, not every group would see their champions move forward. By now, only four groups had managed to secure their places for tomorrow. The rest had been reduced to corpses—some intact, many unrecognizable.
