In the Amazarak Kingdom, deep within the grand warrior city, a massive arena stood tall.
From her royal seat, Queen Zephyra watched intently.
Below her, in the center of the coliseum, a lone figure moved.
Kenjirou.
The human hero.
His left hand was still missing, but his right hand gripped a sword tightly.
His movements were slower than before, unbalanced. Yet, there was no hesitation in his strikes.
The Queen leaned forward, resting her chin on her palm as she watched him with great interest.
Her eyes traced every motion, every shift in his stance.
"Hmm…"
Zephyra smirked slightly, whispering to herself.
"So this is the 'hero' the goddess blessed…?"
Her sharp eyes gleamed as she studied him further.
His posture was flawed. His strength, cut in half. But his eyes…
His eyes burned with something primal.
Hatred.
Vengeance.
A wounded beast forced into a corner.
"Interesting…"