Darkness swallowed the entire arena as the men remained perfectly still, while Raiden's mind churned with frantic, fearful thoughts.
Their unseen eyes seemed to drill into his golden ones, the malevolent intent behind them sending shivers through his body. He began taking steps backward.
Whether they planned to kill him remained uncertain, but he wasn't foolish enough to provoke people who could so easily evade his dragon instincts.
Step by step, he backed away while keeping his gaze fixed on them. The entire arena seemed to stop and watch, curious about what would happen next. Raiden hardly registered the crowd's attention; his only thought was escape.
The moment he felt comfortable with the distance between them, he whirled around to run. But quicker than a heartbeat, one of the men was already there, cutting off his escape. Cold dread washed over him as sweat prickled his forehead.
What was that? Teleportation?
