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

"Holy saintess! This empress requests her highness to save this one's husband! The imperial physicians are unable to detect the poison in his majesty's body....." A thousand eyes were watching the scene being played with half the amount of mouths crying horrendously as officials kowtowed, again and again, to beg Helixis to help Emperor Heun.


The entire banquet was overturned upside down as the soldiers secured the palace, refusing to let go even a single soul when their monarch's condition was unstable.


At that instant in the mortal realm, a chaotic war was unfolding its wings.


CHAPTER 64