The arena smelled of copper and ozone. For Asteria, the "Red" was not just the blood of her fallen opponents in the Eladian Empire—it was the weight of every sunrise she was forced to survive. Above, the "Gold" shimmered in the private box of the gods, where Orión sat, a prisoner of Hera’s whims, watching the carnage with eyes that had seen too much immortality.
But Orión had his own desperate plan. He knew that his mother, Eris, the goddess of Chaos, lay frozen in stone deep within the Labyrinth. He didn't need a hero; he needed a monster. He needed the one gladiator who had never known fear. Rojo Y Oro Iria G Parente & Selene M Pascua...
As the gates groaned open, a shadow fell across the sand. Orión descended, not as a savior, but as a ghost. The arena smelled of copper and ozone
Tonight’s combat was different. The Emperor had promised Asteria a final prize: survive the Night of the Shattered Moon, and her sisters would be granted a return to the Amazonian plains. But Orión had his own desperate plan