The magnificent appearance of the three-headed minotaur totem—Rage of Lava—which seemed to have condensed from magma, instantly cowed the entire arena.
Tens of thousands of spectators felt as though they had been wrapped in magma.
If they dared to keep making noise, the magma would pour down their throats, fill their bellies, and then erupt from every hole in their bodies.
Although they had failed to witness a totem battle between two Ace Gladiators,
being able to see one of the minotaur kings, a founder of Black Horn City, the owner of Blood Skull Arena, and a member of the Bloodhoof Clan summon his iconic totem still left the spectators satisfied.
A minor disturbance thus vanished without a trace.
The thrilled spectators eagerly began looking forward to the next, even more perilous and exciting gladiatorial match.
Yet not everyone was pleased by this outcome.
Ice Storm returned to the rest area still seething with rage.
Though she had withdrawn her Totem Armor, Mithril Ripper, the temperature in the long passageway instantly dropped below freezing as she walked through it.
A thick layer of frost formed over everything from the walls to the floor, while ice crystals in the corners grew like clusters of fungi at a rate visible to the naked eye.
Even the Gladiators warming up in the passageway felt the cold pierce to the bone and did not dare meet her ice-cone-sharp gaze.
Upon reaching the luxurious rest room reserved for aces, Ice Storm did not wait for the trembling Ratfolk Servant to open the door. She raised a hand and shot out a stream of icy mist, freezing the entire door into a block of ice, then swung a kick and shattered it into fragments.
The Ratfolk Servants fled in panic, heads clutched in their hands.
Kassava,