The Runic Alchemist

Chapter 497: Darkness or Light ? Part - 2

Chapter 497: Darkness or Light ? Part - 2

Slicing through the massive leg of a towering green monster, Alex dodged the stomping of its other foot and quickly rolled out of its field of vision. In the next second, a glowing golden figure clad in armor and wielding a massive longsword cleaved through its head, splattering the distracted beast's purple blood all around them.

This was the tenth beast they had killed today. The 47th—or maybe the 49th—in the past five days. Every morning, they were pulled up from their cage, situated right below the massive arena. Every day, they had to survive a bloody battle, and their reward? Another day of fighting in the scorching heat.

The quiet, dark underground cage.. Alex couldn't believe it, but it had become the best thing about their situation. They had been twenty-four once, but day by day, fewer and fewer returned alive. The Highsword knights were divided into two groups, fighting together, but Alex couldn't even keep track of which ones were the good ones. He could trust neither. The pig-people mostly fought alone or in small groups of two or three—those were the ones who died first.

Alex had Maelor, Karl, and Evante, and thankfully, all of them were strong enough to keep up with each other and survive. There was also one pigman prisoner with them—he had saved Karl's life from a monster once, and ever since then, they had included him in their small group. So far, they had only faced monsters up to King-rank, so it was still manageable. When too many monsters surrounded them, they just ran, dragging others into the fight without a care. That's what everyone did anyway.

Alex and Maelor had thought of countless ways to escape, but not a single one would work. Leaving was easy—if only the black chains slithering around their necks didn't shock them the second they tried to reach for the audience platform.

They were entertainment.

For creatures who looked like pigs dressed in human clothes.

Alex gritted his teeth, looking at their ugly, excited faces while his own was covered in sweat and blood, his sword raised high. There was no glory in a battle like this. It was a disgrace to the refined art of combat.