The next pair stepped into the arena, and then the next after that.
Each fight that followed was brutal.
The gods didn't hesitate, nor did they flinch.
Every single one of them threw themselves forward with reckless abandon, taking blades through their stomachs, letting divine blasts tear off limbs, only to heal and keep fighting as if pain didn't exist.
I watched from the edge of the platform, sitting quietly with my elbow resting on my knee. Their groans and roars echoed through the hall like thunder.
Bones cracked, blood sprayed, and spells exploded in rapid succession. But no one backed down.
It wasn't skill that impressed me.
It was their disregard for survival.
"...They really don't care, do they?" I muttered under my breath, tilting my head slightly as one of them was impaled through the chest, only to grin and punch his opponent back through a wall of marble.
