Chapter 29

Standing over the charred remains of the manticore, the weight of the event sinks deep into my bones.

I have proven myself a real fighter to Will, wherever the fuck he is. I just know that from now on, at least Makatza won’t have to fight and get hurt, and the boys can eat.

I am vaguely aware of the announcer climbing up and standing beside me. I feel him grab my hand, holding it high for all to see.

“Let’s hear it for the Champion!” He calls out to the audience.

If they were loud before, I’m surprised the whole building didn’t collapse right there and then.

What did he mean by ‘Champion?’ This was just a warm-up fight…

right?

“Good luck,” he whispers to me. “You’ll need it.”

I look up at him. He does not belong here. He smells of old blood and fresh pine. Under that, there are hints of smoke and rocks.