It was a ridiculous name. Dael wanted, irrationally, to laugh. But he couldn't laugh, because he was surrounded by dead bodies. Bodies he'd struck down. But the crowds were watching as Darius crossed the sands, as he grabbed Dael's wrist and hoisted his hand high. Darius dragged Dael back to the cell, the crowd chanting its adoration for The Adder in their wake. Someone took the gladius from him. As he passed the other cells, men called out to him, shouting names, questions.
Darius opened the gate and gestured for Dael to enter.
Avery looked relieved.
Darius said, "Train him."
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