Chapter 8

Chapter 8

As the battle continued on, the atmosphere enveloping the spectators changed. If the mood that swept the audience earlier were excitement and worries, now they were only filled with astonishment. Their faces that were red from excitement grew pale. Some bureaucrats who weren’t used to the sight of blood even gagged like they were about to vomit.

Push!

Blood spurted onto the fighting ground again, and the ground was a bloody mess. It was hard to tell if the blood was fresh or if it was previously there.

“Huff! Huff! Huff!”

Byner’s breathing was rough. His hands trembled, and his vision became hazy.

“How is it? What is a battle for life and death like?”

Zich’s voice felt distant, like a ringing echo.

“Isn’t it thrilling? If you think that the blood flowing through your body is like a living creature, each drop feels so precious. In a way, you feel the most alive when you are about to die.”