Max lay down on the cold stone bed and allowed his body to rest for the day, because after winning all three of his battles, he was officially free from any obligations until the next round.
Yet even with that freedom, the shackles of the Divine Colosseum made it clear that there was hardly anything meaningful he could do, as the underground quarters offered nothing beyond silence and waiting.
As he stared at the rough ceiling above him, a thought surfaced in his mind, and he muttered, "I wonder, will there be any awards for defeating the Grim Gladiator?"
Almost immediately, an answer formed in his thoughts, and he let out a soft chuckle as he guessed that whatever reward awaited him would most likely come from the Heron family, which only made the idea feel even more ironic given what had happened earlier.
