His chest glistened with water droplets dribbling down the glowing bronze skin. Resting, his strong muscular back against the rocks on the lake side, head lulled backwards, onyx eyes closed in utter salvation.
"Azarios" I stiffened, my eyes snapping to his in utter surprise as I heard the name leaving his plump lips.
His identity, the name which echoed throughout the dynasty making every living soul shudder.
Killer
Commander
Beast
He was the commander of Gladiators.
Azarios, the Gladiator of Ambrose.
"You will be the bride of mine."

Gladiator

Commander General Azarios was said to be one of the most brutal warlords ever gracing the magnificent empire of Ambrose. The exquisite dragon had stepped in the aristocratic circles at a very young age and defied all the rules to achieve what he wished for.


At the age of eight he was brought from the boundary lands of Ambrose-Gaerin border as an offering with thousand others like him by late Commander Bezus, the father of Empress Seycea who had his dark claws clutching the threads of Throne of Ambrose and wished to control the newly established crown prince, Prince Alexander as a puppet.


It might have been possible that General Bezus had forgotten about the boy but Azarios remembered every face he ever witnessed. The then boy fought as a gladiator for three years inside the blood splashed walls of the pits before being adopted as a slave by Lord Laos, the priest of the blue water sect.


CHAPTER 24 GOD OF WAR