[New Dawn, Inside the colosseum, Damian's POV.]
"Who are you?" Damian asked.
The imposter stored the waygate runic mold he had received as the prize for first place in his spatial storage, and grinned like a maniac.
Damian had already created tens of spells, surrounding the manaless man from all sides. Sam and Einar had also noticed the oddity and were ready for anything that might happen in the next second.
The issue was with the thousands of people looking at them. If he beat up a first-ranker in front of everyone, it wouldn't exactly be a good thing.
"Handle things here, check up on Sanctuary," Damian said.
Einar and Sam nodded at once. In times of emergency, the orders of a keeper were absolute. It was one of the rules of the high table that they all had agreed on. Sam grabbed the second-place winner with Ghislain and flew away from the stage. Einar did the same with the third-place one, only she jumped instead of flying.
"What are-"
