Lothar's words only roused the Colosseum further.
The poor guy had nearly lost his voice from commentating.
Yet he didn't let that stop him, continuing on the show:
"WHAT A SPECTACLE! WHAT A GENERATION!"
And John couldn't help but agree.
The last team.
Gaia's.
Would she live up to the others?
***
There she stood, her blonde hair dusty from ash and battle.
Around her were half a dozen girls, her cohort, all visibly tense, clutching their weapons like they'd rather be anywhere else, which they would.
Across from them was… something different.
A woman.
The Daemon was far from monstrous.
Nor was it grotesque or a mirror of one of them.
She was only a tall, barefoot, red-haired woman.
If not for her entirely black eyes, one could mistake her for a normal human.
Her expression was blank, her skin was pale, and her clothes were tattered and stained with black tar.
Her—its appearance made the girls hesitate.
None of them attacked or spoke.
