The Colosseum of Death.
The arena was no longer a place of martial honor; it was a slaughterhouse.
The screams did not sound like the noble cries of warriors; they sounded like gunfire; sharp, short bursts of agony followed by the wet thud of bodies hitting the red sand.
Eighty Demigods had entered.
Currently, only ten remained.
Even Elder Tesser, the Crystalline Giant and strongest among them, lay shattered in the center of the arena.
His diamond-hard body had been reduced to dust, the result of a desperate, coordinated assault by forty Demigods who knew they couldn't win unless the leader fell first.
But as soon as the leader of the council fell, the alliance shattered. It was every demigod for themselves.
In the corner of the arena, amidst a pile of rubble, a tragic scene was playing out.
"Elder Samantha... you look broken," a cocky, breathless voice whispered.
