“Whose slave is that?? How dare they?!”

“Which bastard’s behind this? Get your ass out here!” Pandemonium overran the fighting ring as curses, insults, and exhortations heckled the Skyfall King’s master to show himself.

The young overseer was likewise taken aback. Granted, there were no concrete rules in the Colosseum that audience members had to adhere to when sending in their slaves. It was generally first come first serve and anyone had the right to throw down the gauntlet. The general selections that’d taken place before were just unspoken rules that the Multitude scions had come up with.

Despite this, someone flagrantly violating custom was also a slap at the overseer’s face. He had yet to stoke the atmosphere to its peak, and thus there were many not fully caught up in the general fervor.

If the fight took place in this kind of ambiance, it wouldn’t maximize the Colosseum’s...