The metallic glint reflecting off the chain armor worn by the soldiers caught his eye.
In the past, Zanfri might have been seated in the stands of the Imperial Beast Fighting Arena, chewing on candied fruit handed to him by a servant, enjoying the blood-soaked spectacle.
But now, he had no time to spare for such indulgence.
With each breath, the air was filled with a beastly stench, more pungent than the Imperial Beast Garden, accompanying the warriors' roars during combat. Nearby, in close quarters combat with a demon, Uncle A ke usually so composed, was now reddened and contorted from exertion...
The overwhelming pressure was suffocating; even standing still, his heart raced, breathing was labored, as if deprived of air.
His lack of experience made it difficult to grasp the whole picture; his focus honed in on A ke and the scorpion-tailed lion ahead.
His mind went blank; even if someone walked up and slapped him in the face, the overloaded boy likely wouldn't react.
