Gladiator Coliseum

Villain Ch 1592. Gladiator Coliseum

"We won't," Arcana said. "We'll end it first."

But before they could charge again—

A horn sounded.

Far in the distance—above—the clouds tore open.

Dragons.

Not wyverns.

Real dragons. Majestic. Armored. Ridden by glowing figures bathed in light.

"Reinforcements incoming!" Elio shouted, his voice cracking from relief.

And leading them?

Warlord. Justice.Bringer. All of the previously fallen players.

And— Father^Alex.

Alive. A little bruised. Mana fully restored. Riding his silver-plated dragon.

The rest of the raid cheered.

The fallen returned, roaring through the sky.

They'd cleared the wyverns. They'd paved the way.