Mordred breathed heavily, hot blood slowly trickling down his chest, dripping onto the burning sand. His vision blurred slightly from exhaustion and the intense pain pulsing through his body. Even so, a familiar adrenalin coursed through his veins, awakening that part of Isaac used to desperate battles.
The furious vulture circled slowly around him, its sharp claws scraping the sand of the arena, creating deep furrows. She watched for the slightest sign of weakness, her yellow eyes fixed intently on her prey.
In the stands, the atmosphere had changed. Dragons were now avidly watching the scene, hungry for blood and violence, sometimes shouting wild encouragement to the creature to finish the show.
- Go on, devour that miserable human!" cried a scarlet-skinned dragon with a sadistic grin.
- Let her rip out his entrails!" retorted another in an exalted voice, raising his glass in the direction of the creature who was about to pounce.
