The torches mounted on the hallway walls flickered, yet the inside of the cell remained dark and silent. With each wavering of the torchlight, the silhouette of a figure sitting still with closed eyes became visible inside the cage.0

Footsteps echoed outside the iron bars, but the figure inside did not open his eyes.0

Two men dressed as guards searched through their key ring, found the right key, and shouted as they opened the cage.0

“Hey! Number 231, get ready. It’s time for the match.”0

Only then did the closed eyes slowly open. Glowing yellow in the darkness, they were not human eyes. The elongated vertical pupils belonged to a reptile.0

“I am not Number 231.” The owner of those yellow eyes stood up and scowled at the guards. “Blizzard. That is my proud name given to me by my master.”2

“Heh, it was true. This lizard bastard can talk.”0

“I told you. Though it doesn’t sound like imperial language. Feels more like the Kingdom of Rashion’s language, doesn’t it?”0

“Tsk. Whatever. It’s creepy how it mimics humans.”0

Blizzard's wrists, ankles, and neck were tightly restrained by heavy shackles. The guards yanked the chains attached to the restraints, dragging him roughly like a beast.0

“Hurry up and move, Champion. The audience is waiting for you, and you’re being this l...0