Isaac, once again Mordred in this cruel world, sat in his cold cell, his aching back pressed against the damp wall. Through the bars, he had a direct but limited view of the arena. From his dark, secluded spot, he watched with morbid attention as one fight followed another to the hysterical cheers of the dragon audience.
A new fighter soon appeared in the arena: a pale-skinned elf with long silver hair and a body marked by years of mistreatment. His long, delicate ears were stained with dried blood, a reminder of the torture he had endured. In his slender hands, he held two short, tapering daggers, perfect for quick, precise movements.
Facing him was an enormous winged reptile with thick, emerald-green scales. The creature hissed furiously, waving its membranous wings to intimidate its opponent. As soon as the fight was underway, the elf immediately sprang into motion, his bare feet barely seeming to graze the sand as he executed graceful, fluid dodges.
