The first time Dael stepped into the Colosseum as The Adder, he wished he was barefoot so he could feel the sand and the earth beneath, the blue energy that pulsed deep in its veins. Instead, he felt the ground shake from the crowd's roars. The other gladiators had equally pretentious names like The Bear and The Mace. Their owners were hoping they would perform well, gain favor with the crowd.
"Remember," Avery had said, checking the bindings on Dael's armor. "It's not just about winning. It's about putting on a show. The show is what allows you to survive."
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