Chapter 610
Crashing in between Rivock and the demon was a gargantuan gargoyle.
It dwarfed everything else in the coliseum, easily standing five times the height of a man.
Its body was carved from pure obsidian, smooth in some places, jagged and cracked in others, like volcanic stone cooled mid-eruption. Despite its stillness, everybody could feel a suffocating pressure radiating from it, like a silent warning of impending doom.
Its eyes glowed gold, not just reflecting the light, but emanating an unnatural, divine luminance that made everybody's skin prickle. They weren't lifeless gemstones. They were alive, watching, analyzing, and waiting.
In its massive hands, held like a grim offering, was a towering greatsword, its blade the color of freshly spilled blood. It pulsed faintly, as if it too were alive and breathing.
The sword's surface was jagged and etched with runes, forged as though in a storm of hatred and fire.
