The whole arena was dead silent. The cheers, the buzzing whispers and conversation, and the host, everyone stared at the hanging headless corpse at the top of the west entrance. Hector Willem, a God Rank that had made a name for himself in the Sorcerer Monarchy, died tonight.
The seven spears slowly pulled out from the wall, and the hanging flesh fell to the ground. Everyone followed the spears' movement as they sped up and returned to their owner, Gianni. The seven spears floated behind him, pointing upward as he looked toward the host, then turned toward the referee.
"Shouldn't you announce my win?"
His question to the referee broke the silence. The whole arena erupted in an angry roar, all kinds of curses thrown at Gianni. They vented out their frustration and anger toward Gianni, who killed one of their own. Their voices echoed through the city, and the buildings were shaking from the roar.
Despite the ruckus and uproar, no one was insane enough to step into the arena.
