Belgaroth slowly approached Akane's battered body, lying almost inert on the hot sand of the arena. Every breath was an unbearable pain, her body trembling from the effects of her countless wounds. Even so, a fierce glint still shone faintly in his determined eyes, his spirit stubbornly refusing to break completely.
The humanoid dragon stopped just in front of her, his amber eyes shining with perverse, unhealthy satisfaction. With cruel slowness, he crouched beside her, calmly observing her pained face, a sinister smile floating on his thin lips.
- I admit you were impressive, Akane," he murmured slowly, almost like an intimate whisper. A human like you is rare... you almost made me doubt you. Almost.
