Seth and Gibraltr

The Palace

Gibraltr walked out into the open air of the arena with his head held high. He closed his eyes as he walked, letting sunlight warm his face.

Yanked forward by the chain attached to his manacled wrists, Gibraltr was forced to open his eyes to keep himself from stumbling to the pitch.

When he got his feet under him, he looked towards the crowd. The oddly quiet crowd.

The stands were full. But instead of the ...