Minutes Later.Nate, his friends, and Sir. Oluwale had arrived inside the Colosseum and was shocked to witness the magnificent sight before them. “Woah. ” Nate said as soon as his eyes came in contact with the huge coliseum. The colossal magical coliseum rose above the sky, clouds could be seen surrounding the mystical dome like structure, a testament to the pinnacle of knowledge, talent, hard work and forge mastery intertwined seamlessly. Its towering walls, were littered with intricate runes and shimmering enchantments, stood as a majestic testament to the magical prowess that was required to forge such a magical behemoth. The Colosseum was a mighty structure and the various runes all around them were to ensure the safety of the spectators and the participants. The coliseum had its own magical stars which hovered above the dome like structure giving it a beautiful look. “This place is beautiful.” Skylar said while looking all around her, her mind lost to the magical enchantmen

“Where are we? ”, It Skylar asked, frantically looking around her for any clue. She had expected their little test to go on in the same but she was dead wrong. “Relax, we were just teleported to a different location, nothing to be worried about, we just need to survive for two weeks while also beating everyone we come across. ” Ragnar said in a flat monotone voice that denoted his calmness. In truth, Ragnar was dead-shit scared, but his way of coping with fear was by telling those around him why they should not be afraid. “First we need to g......... ”Ragnar was interrupted by the voice that was being blasted from all sides, by some kind of magical speaker. “Attention everyone, numbers will appear above your heads after this message, the lower the number the higher your rank in this competition. Increase your number by beating others and taking their spots. And remember, there are some hidden treasures around you, find them and keep them. ” The voice said. And just like the v

The mages wasted no time responding to the threat, turrets of magical attacks of different kinds were all flying toward Ragnar at an incredible speed but Ragnar remained calm, unshaken, and focused. Ragnar pulled the Mana Flames sword which he had used in combat against the shadow reaper and activated it. The sword furiously burned with bright red ethereal flames, which carried a malevolent intensity and heat that could easily cut through basic armor. Using his enhanced speed from his demon form, Ragnar dashed towards the idiot who had started all this with the headache, Tony. Ragnar appeared before Tony, aiming to cut off those little arms that he used to inflict so much pain on him. Tony froze on the spot, mages weren't trained for frontline or close-quarter battles like the battle mages, knights, and combat classes, so he had no idea what to do in the face of such danger. Ragnar swiped his sword at an inhuman speed, cutting through the air with ease and defying wind resistance

Nate turned his book only to be stricken by awe of the monstrous figure before him.A ten-foot-tall, white-skinned individual with blue hair and handsome facial features had entered his field of vision.In a forest shrouded with moonlight, a looming figure emerged from the shadows, standing at a towering twelve feet. His presence cast a foreboding darkness that seemed to absorb the feeble light around him. The air thickened with an unsettling tension as the giant's heavy footsteps echoed ominously, sending tremors through the ground.The giant's silhouette was grotesque, a monstrous amalgamation of sinew and muscle, giving an impression of sheer power. His skin, rough and ashen, bore scars like ancient battle wounds, telling tales of countless conflicts. Each step he took sent a gust of stale air tinged with the metallic scent of blood, hinting at the violence that clung to him like a haunting specter.His eyes, two piercing orbs of malevolence, gleamed with an unnatural luminescenc

In his heart, Nate vowed to make Baldor and his friend suffer for even having the thought of challenging him, and he was fully ready to achieve his mission by any means. Nate found himself pitted against the foolish duo of Baldor and Nathan. The moon's feeble light struggled to pierce through the towering trees, casting an ominous atmosphere over the battleground.The glow emmiting from Nate's gauntlets intensified, signifying that he was ready for battle and he wasn't going to hold back against his opponents. Baldor, a sturdy figure with a determined gaze, had the ability to mold weapons from the very stones beneath his feet.Nathan, a fluid embodiment of grace, conjured a whip made of water that shimmered in the pale moonlight. The trio stood in silence surrounded only by the rustling leaves and distant sounds of nocturnal creatures.The three individuals, carefully scrutinizing themselves, creating the best path of attack for them in their minds. Nate had a confident smirk on hi