The Monarch

A crowd had gathered, cheering and jeering as two bloodied figures exchanged savage blows.

The fighters were bare-handed since magic was suppressed by the Hollow Dusk's unique aura.

The brutality of their combat was shocking incredibly shocking to witness.

One of the fighters who was a bulky man with a scarred face, landed a devastating punch that sent his opponent crashing to the ground.

The crowd erupted in cheers as the fallen fighter tried to crawl away, only to be grabbed and have his neck snapped with a sickening crack.

"And that's the end of him!" a grizzled man in the crowd shouted with a burst of laughter as two larger figures dragged the corpse away and dumped it unceremoniously into a dark pit nearby.

The dark pit was filled with mangled corpses as well and had developed a nauseating smell.

The masked figure turned to August. "Told you this was a bad idea. This place is madness."