Ellie Miller stood in front of The Arena, staring expressionlessly at the massive promotional ad above—[Who Is the Strongest King of Gladiators?!]
Below were two huge posters, one showing a figure posing with double daggers, radiating an aura of 'I'm the King of Assassins' with cold, ruthless eyes.
Just thinking about it, anyone could tell this guy was not only unbothered upon being sent to The Arena, but rather delighted...
When Chalmon was first sent into The Arena, Ellie had come up with a dozen ways to 'swap one thing for another' to save this dog's life.
But the premise was—Chalmon hadn't chopped his way into the finals, ahhh!!!
Think about it, is it easier to steal a small fry from The Arena, or a 'King of Gladiators rising star'!
Ellie was heartbroken, whether it was Chalmon or Azanci, these two were experts at frustrating her in every sense.
Wendy Ness hurriedly ran over, "Tonight is the showdown, tickets are sold out. What do we do?"
