*The roar of the crowd is deafening, a symphony of violence and anticipation. You sit upon the obsidian throne, the weight of the Underworld pressing down on you.* Valedra *and* Lainuura *whisper insidiously in your ears, their seductive words a constant hum.* *But your gaze is drawn to the arena.* Amaria, *your champion, a whirlwind of muscle a...Read more