Chapter Thirty-four: Narthwick

Acheron's point of view

"Let the battle.. commence!" The audience cheered wildly with a hunger to see blood.

I looked at my opponent. His stances are firm and unwavering. From the look of his built, he shows off an impression as someone who can tear you from limb to limb with just his hands. I tried so hard to compose myself and I'm lying if I say I'm not worried. I really am worried not just for myself but for Tanisha mostly.

I saw him clenched his fist as if preparing himself to attack.

I've never been to a fight with a malveillante before so I don't know what to expect. Well expect the worst and hope for the best.

I can feel an icy cold sensation flowing through my veins as I lift my hand and forged a sword made from ice. We never break our eye contact. We're just staring at each others eyes with a face void from any emotion. This is not a great time to look vu